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There were four guards securing the privacy of King Naveen’s quarters when we first arrived. By the time he arrived, there was a total of eight standing between us and the door. Now six ofthem lay bleeding out on the ground while Cal and I take care of the last two.
The moment we heard a crash from inside the room, Cal and I took one look at each other and the fight began.
Odds were not in our favor, and for the average knight, that may have been an issue. But there’s a reason why the king picked us above all to protect her. A reason why every knight in IronHaven fears us.
The four of us are ruthless.
Each of us were skilled, but when we came together as a unit, we became unstoppable. We trained and fought harder than any other knight in the kingdom.
Dom prides himself with his tactical skills, Tristan too. Where Dom is a planner, Tristan’s mind just works differently. It only takes him a few seconds to see the opposition’s weakness and strike.
Callum is the best archer in all the realm. Put a bow in that guys hand and he’s unstoppable. That doesn’t mean he can’t hold his own with a sword because he can.
Me, I’m a savage beast. I was born for this. My father and brothers placed a sword in my hand at the age of five.
My focus is on the man in front of me, going blow for blow, when her muffled screams reach my ears. “Cal! Grey!”
Fuck!
I need to get to her. My kitten is scared, and she fucking needs us.
My head spins with images of the worst possible scenario happening behind that door. One man catches me off guard, slicing his blade over my arm, but I retaliate quickly. He can’t stop me.
We should have never let her go in that room in the first place. It was ignorant and reckless. Most of Windemere is stillattending the feast, but shit is going to hit the fan when they stumble upon King Naveen’s dead knights.
He came to Windemere with a royal guard of at least fifty men. We have that many and more here at the castle, but I highly doubt the insolent King Ramiro would step up to protect his sister. No, it’s up to us to get her out of here. To protect her the way I promised.
Bottled up rage pours out of me. I go another few rounds before he stumbles, and I drive my sword through his chest.
The moment he hits the ground my feet carry me to help Callum with the big, bulky fucker blocking the door.
“Cal, she’s in trouble. I can feel it.” I say over the clanking sound of the steel clashing together.
“I know man, me too,” Cal huffs.
I’ll be damned if I let him or anyone else stand in the way of me getting to her. Cal swings his sword high while I go low. The man stops Cal’s attack but my blade slices his abdomen perfectly.
I try the handle but it’s locked. “Watch out,” Cal says, lifting his leg and kicking the frame off its hinges.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I take in the sight before me. Robyn is on the bed exposed, her dress a tattered mess. King Naveen is bloody and stumbling across the room holding his side.
The air is knocked from my lungs. I can’t fucking breathe.
I’m vaguely aware of Cal crossing the room, pulling Robyn off the bed and into his arms. She’s still holding a dagger, clutching it tight in her palm.
My gaze locks on Naveen then Robyn.
I watch her expression as it morphs from one emotion to the next in an instant.
Terror. Dread. Shame.
Cal kisses the top of her head, and she sinks into his embrace with relief, pressing her face against his chest as if she can’t look at any of us.
My chest caves.
No!
We were too late.
