Sufiya PoV
Eumhun sat by Noel's bedside, her expression a mix of worry and relief. He was unconscious, his breathing steady but his face pale. The duel had taken a lot out of him. It was a miracle he was still alive.
I leaned against the doorframe, my arms crossed. "He's a tough one, I'll give him that."
She looked up at me, her eyes red from crying. "He is. But he shouldn't have had to fight in the first place."
I sighed. "You're right. But it's done. He won. You're free."
She looked down at Noel. "For now. But the sultan won't let this go. He'll find another way to get what he wants."
I frowned. The sultan was not a man who liked to lose. Usually, he would bide his time, wait for the right moment to strike. But, I wasn't sure about how he'd handle this.
"Don't worry," I said. "I won't let him touch you."
She looked at me, a hint of surprise in her face. "Why are you still helping me? You hated me at first. And you still seem to hate Noel."
