A Blade Turned Back
Just as he was about to flee, he saw Yana Tyson approaching.
Her figure emerged from the dim light.
Graceful.
Steady.
Her long black hair swayed with the night breeze, strands catching faint reflections from the villa lights behind her. Those bright orange eyes… they didn't waver. They locked onto the scene ahead with a clarity that felt almost cold.
Lucas's face lit up with joy.
For a brief, desperate moment, relief washed over him like water in a desert.
Help had arrived!
He shamelessly shouted, voice rough, breath uneven—
"Yana, you're just in time. Help me deal with this bastard."
The words spilled out without restraint.
Dignity?
Pride?
None of it mattered now.
At this moment, survival mattered more.
He no longer cared how he looked, no longer cared how shameless he sounded. He only knew one thing—he needed her strength. And in his mind, it was obvious.
She liked him.
She would help him.
She had to.
