Roselyn froze in her spot, as Jack extended his hand and held the knife and the hand of the man holding it, it was a familiar person, it was Eliot.
He was wearing a black coat and standing in front of them, with a straight face; Roselyn didn't expect to see him here, heck, she didn't expect to see him ever again, Eliot loyalty for Oliver makes her scared of him, more than the royal guards, he won't just kill her, he will also torture her until she admits to something she didn't do.
"It wasn't me!" Roselyn said out lout, turning around, to see Jack was glaring at Eliot and squeezing his hand.
"I know, so can you tell him to let go? He is going to fracture my wrist." Eliot answered, dropping the knife and trying to make Jack to let go, because it really hurt.
"Why did you try to stab her back then?" Jack asked, holding his wrist tighter.
