A Fleeting Peace

Marcy's POV

The crisp morning air split open with the sharp, unmistakable hiss of steel cutting through the wind. All immediate, desperate hope of a clean escape vanished into thin air.

Before Nolan could even process Sable’s eager agreement in my mind, a heavy steel sword rested flush against his exposed neck. Torin stepped out from the cold shadows. His handsome face was clouded with a murder