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Chapter 65
~Valerie’s POV~
I clenched my jaw, ready to move when the first one lunged. Dristan intercepted mid-air, blade out, the clash of steel ringing through the trees.
And then the fight exploded.
Xade vanished in a blur of wind magic and momentum, cutting off two attackers who tried to flank.
Xander surged forward, knocking a masked figure off balance with a pulse of glowing force from his palm. The man slammed into a tree and didn’t rise again.
I glanced around, keeping my attention sharp on the next target. I couldn’t afford to be caught unaware in this situation, as any hit was deadly.
There’d be no room for mistakes. I ducked, rolled, and met my attacker halfway. He lifted his hand instantly, wanting to strike first.
His strike came from above—predictable.
I blocked it with the flat of my blade, twisted under, and drove my elbow into his ribs. He grunted, stumbling, and I swept his leg.
"Not bad for a target," I hissed, kicking his weapon away.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he took something from his back pocket and just dropped a smoke pellet at his feet.
"Cover!" Xade shouted, his voice almost drowned out by the sudden boom of smoke flooding the forest.
Visibility dropped instantly.
"Valerie!" Xander called out.
"I’m here!" I coughed, shielding my eyes and face from the sudden burst of smoke. "Xade? Dristan?"
I called fully, hoping to get a response, but I did not. "Dris..." A hand gripped mine again—firm, warm, familiar.
"Dristan?" I asked.
He did not answer me either, but his grip tightened on my wrist and he yanked me forward.
The smoke cleared just enough for me to make out the sharp curve of his jaw and those glowing eyes.
"Stay with me," he instructed.
My heart jumped. "Since when do you—"
"Later," he cut me off. "We need to move."
We took off in a sprint, ducking and weaving through the underbrush as footsteps thundered behind us.
"Where’s Xade?" I asked, panting.
"He’ll find us. He knows the route," Dristan explained without breaking a sweat or breathing.
I didn’t know why, but in that moment, I believed him.
Something about the way he moved through the forest like it was his second skin, the way he shielded me without hesitation, told me that no matter what words had passed between us, he would never let harm touch me if he could stop it.
We ran, but then another question that had been bothering me crossed my mind. Just as soon as I was sure we had given our attackers a reasonable gap, I asked, "How did you find me, Dristan?"
He hesitated a second before answering. "Xade already told you the story."
"I do not believe it."
"Suit yourself but..." I halted mid-race, which made Dritsan frown. He tried to pull me with him, but I stood my ground. "Valerie, not now."
I did not speak or move.
"Valerie," Dristan called through gritted teeth. "They could be on to us."
"Then I suggest you start talking." He glanced around a bit frantically. This was something I hadn’t seen when he arrived.
Dristan Alexander was worried.
"I do not buy that mana bullshit and I sure as hell know Xander didn’t either. Spill or I go back and take my chances with those killers."
"You wouldn’t dare." My gaze said it all.
Of course I would, after all, I was no damsel in distress. I notice Dristan clench and unclench his fist as the veins at the side of his head become more visible.
But the softness in his eyes told a different tale.
However, his concern was the least of my worries as his next sentence made my heart skip a beat and anger surge through me.
"I... I tracked your necklace."
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