Chapter 1167
Chapter 1167:
But as the sound faded, the world around us held its breath. Only the soft sigh of the night breeze answered, carrying a mocking chill. No footsteps, no shouts, no sign of rescue. The silence was deafening.
Colt stood there, arms folded with smug satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched my futile attempt.
“As I said. Your men aren’t coming.”
“You wretched snake!” The words erupted from me, raw with a fury that threatened to consume me whole.
Colt’s chuckle was maddeningly calm, a velvet glove over his iron cruelty. “Wretched snake? Oh, Makenna, we’re all woven from the same tangled threads, aren’t we? You never intended to hand Jett over without a fight, did you?”
His words pierced me like shards of glass, each one cutting deeper into my resolve.
I couldn’t deny it—Colt’s words struck true. Surrender had never been in our hearts.
Turning to Alice, I gently entrusted Winfred to her trembling arms, my voice soft but resolute. “Alice, keep him safe. Guard yourself, too.”
Alice’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she nodded, clutching Winfred tightly to her chest. “Makenna, please… be cautious.”
“I promise,” I replied, offering a fleeting smile before stepping to Jett’s side.
Jett stood like a pillar of quiet strength, his steady presence a silent vow that he was ready for whatever storm awaited us.
Locking eyes with Colt, I held his gaze, my voice low and unyielding, a spark of defiance in every word. “If this is your game, then let’s play. You won’t get what you’re after.”
Colt’s lips twisted into a mocking sneer. “Is that so? You think you can stand in my way? If you’re so eager to fight, don’t cry for mercy when I grant none.”
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His face darkened, and with a sharp gesture, he issued his command. The men in black clothes surged forward in unison, their movements swift and relentless, shrinking the space around us like a noose tightening.
My fists clenched, cold sweat prickling my palms. A crushing weight pressed down on me, heavier than any burden I had ever borne. Jett leaned closer, his voice a hushed anchor in the charged air, meant for me alone. “Makenna, don’t fear. I’m right here with you.”
In that moment, the castle gates erupted inward with a deafening roar, slamming against the stone wall with a loud bang.
Dust swirled upward, caught in beams of sudden light, twisting like ghostly tendrils through the air.
Makenna’s POV:
The crowd stood motionless, as though time had woven a spell, halting the world in its tracks.
Every gaze converged on the majestic entrance of the castle.
A man of middle years crossed the threshold with an air of quiet authority.
He was adorned in the opulent garb of the Wizard Clan—a flowing robe of deep purple, intricately woven with shimmering patterns, and a sword encrusted with gems gleaming at his side. His bearing exuded a refined, almost frigid dignity.
Trailing him were attendants, each cloaked in the same regal attire of the Wizard Clan, their faces etched with solemn devotion, poised to fulfill their leader’s commands with unwavering loyalty.
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