The courtyard was a nightmare of blood, clashing swords, and falling snow. Derek held Marissa tightly against his side, moving backward through the large iron gates. The Elite Shadows fought fiercely, keeping the royal guards busy. The path to the dark, snowy street was finally clear.
From the high stone steps of the manor, Prince Liam watched them escaping. His hands shook with pure rage. His plan had fallen apart. He refused to let the Grand Duke walk away alive.
"Get me my bow and coated arrow," Liam commanded a terrified servant standing by the open doors.
The servant quickly ran inside. He returned seconds later holding a long, sleek wooden bow and a leather quiver filled with arrows.
Liam snatched the weapon from the servant's trembling hands.
