Chapter 18 — I Choose You
The faint footsteps and a knock on the door caused Lucian and Cynthia to sit on their bed, glancing at each other in confusion.
"Who could it be at this hour?.." Cynthia softly whispered, rubbing her eyes to clear her fuzzy vision.
"I will check," Lucian suggested, getting out of the bed.
With careful steps, he approached the door. As the door creaked open, the window shattered and a few men broke inside the room.
Cynthia, startled, let out a scream.
"My sword!" Lucian shouted, barely managing to avoid the blades striking his way.
With a nod, Cynthia threw the sword placed on the left side of the night table.
A quick grip on the handle of his sword and the cries of a few men were heard as Cynthia curled into a ball to avoid getting blood splashed on her body.
She despised the scarlet colour of blood, which reminded her of her own death when she was attacked by the monster in her past life.
A few seconds later, only faint groanings echoed in the dark room. A few guards who had heard the commotion in the bedroom rushed inside and gasped at the sight before their eyes.
"It seems you haven’t been doing your job properly," Cynthia gazed up, her violet eyes glimmering in the dark.