~Amelia~
And at the edge of the treeline, watching it all unfold like she was supervising, a woman I didn't recognize. Short hair, lifeless eyes that made her scarier than the fighters.
And behind her, Blake.
He stood with his hands in his pockets. Watching.
One of the rogues grabbed me from behind and I twisted hard and got an elbow in and he let go just long enough for me to spin. "Unless you want to die fast, don’t touch me."
He grabbed me again, both arms, wrenching me back. "Stop fighting me alive. Blake wants you alive."
"Then Blake should have come himself." I drove my heel down and he cursed and I got one arm free and shoved hard. He stumbled back.
The woman walked, then she stopped two feet in front of me and looked me over with an expression I'd seen before on people who had already decided you weren't worth the full version of their attention.
