I stared at the approaching forces with a beating heart. The Iron Hounds were no joke. Legend said they were wolves who had been modified by the council, they were part beast, part dark alchemy, and entirely devoid of mercy. "Decisions, decisions," Bella muttered, appearing behind us with a crossbow that looked suspiciously heavy for a doctor. "Do we go with the ex who has the personality of a damp rag, or stay with the brooding psychopath who currently has a purple jaw? It’s like a romantic comedy, but with more beheadings." "Shut up, Bella," Calhoun said rolling his eyes. Derrick stepped closer to the gate, his hands shaking. "Jinx, look at them! There are hundreds! Calhoun’s castle is a fortress, but it isn't impenetrable. We can disappear into the Mist Woods. Please, I’m trying to save your life!" I looked at Derrick and then at the approaching black smoke, and finally at Calhoun who wasn't looking at the enemy, he was looking at me. "Do not listen to this coward." Cal
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