Chapter 15: In the Dungeons...
"Who are you," Emerald hissed, pressing the blade tighter to the man’s throat, "and who sent you?"
The masked intruder didn’t answer.
Instead, he growled low and twisted beneath her, using brute force to shove her off balance.
Emerald hit the floor with a harsh grunt, the wind knocked from her lungs as the man flipped her, pinning her down with one knee to her hand, one hand on her second hand and a gloved hand around his dagger.
Viola snarled within her, but Emerald’s hands were empty; her dagger had been knocked across the room. Her fingers scraped frantically at the floor as the assassin’s blade gleamed in the moonlight, hovering above her heart.
"Bastard," she choked, twisting under him.
She was able to free one hand and threw a punch at him.
Just then, the doors burst open.
"Alpha!"
The masked figure jerked his head toward the sound just as the hallway flooded with guards, and Darius, sword in hand, eyes blazing.
The hesitation was all Emerald needed.