Eloise’ POVThe room was pandemonium, a whirlwind of violence, pain, and loss. Every sound seemed magnified—the growls, the crashes, the ragged gasps of breath, and the relentless pounding of my own heart.My hands were shaking, blood smeared across my palms as I tried to steady myself from the injuries that wench had caused me, but nothing could prepare me for the sight of my daughter standing defiant, her body shielding Alistair’s unconscious body.“You should wake my father up, Mom,” Hyacinth said, her voice firm despite the tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll handle this from here.”“Hyacinth, please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You’re not strong enough to take them on alone. Let me help you.”Her eyes met mine, a fierce mix of determination and love. “Mom, I have to do this. Alistair—” Her voice cracked, but she pushed through. “I won’t let them dishonor him. You have to wake Dad and Alistair. They’ll need you more than I do right now.”“Dishonor? Alistair could still wake up… d
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