I dove to my feet, unsure of where or what was happening but the man here to help needed my help. My hands connected with a strange, scratchy fabric when I shoved it hard enough away and threw out a shield around me and the crying sad girl.
I heard her, the fight, the panting of other assassins that were dying.
I smelt blood, chains, and anger.
My master's anger.
"You fucking, pet! Andrew is going to kill you when he finds out!" The woman screeched, pounding her fists against the barrier while I strained against the barrier. Already feeling dreadfully weak again but I was determined to hold out.
For the sad girl.
"I can't hold it up for long," I admit, gritting my teeth as my hands trembled badly enough for the chains to rattle loudly.
The woman continued her relentless attack, not letting up when I bite into my lip and drawled more blood. The taste of iron filling all my senses while the fight between our savior continued one until there was a sharp slice through the skin and flesh.
My worry for the person was soon distinguished as the woman hitting my barrier pulled away and dove for something. Knowing that her attention was on something else, I dropped down to the ground in exhaustion and misery.
I-I can't see anything...
I can only see darkness...
I felt a jacket wrap around my shoulders as more of my body fell limp knowing that I had no other choice other than to blindly trust the person that the sad girl loved.
This is the third book of the Power series. This story includes personal aspects of my own life and I enjoyed writing this out for others to read. You don't need the other books to read and understand this one.
Hope you enjoy this book!!
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