Ashes of the Sky
I take another hit, this one sending me hard into the dirt again, breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, painful rush.
I try to push up anyway, but before I can move, someone steps in. The scent of honey and cinnamon fill my nose immediately. Luca.
He drives into one of them without hesitation, shoving him back hard enough to create space between us.
"Back off," he snaps, not smiling for once in his life.
Seyla is right behind him, stepping between me and the second attacker, her stance calm but unmovable.
"This isn't a group exercise," she says coolly.
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