Chapter 31
Seraphina barely had time to react before she felt the wind rush past her face.
One second, she was inside the carriage, arrows flying past her. The next, Rhydian had shattered through the wooden frame, holding her tightly as they crashed onto the dirt road.
The impact sent a jolt through her body, knocking the breath from her lungs. But before she could even register what had happened, Rhydian was already moving—his grip firm, steady—shielding her before her back could even touch the ground.
A sharp twang sliced through the air.
Another arrow.
Rhydian twisted, his arm wrapping around her protectively as the arrow struck the dirt just inches away. He didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he stood, pulling her with him, his sharp crimson gaze flicking toward the trees.
Seraphina could hear them now. The sound of boots crunching against fallen leaves, the low rustle of movement in the darkness.
