"Run!" He let go of her waist. "I'll protect you until my last breath," he added and pushed her hastily through the dancing floor she almost lost her balance.
Isadora was not silly enough to lack the tiniest idea of what was going on. Felista and the council had hired knives to see her and Alexander put to the grave. What was the easiest way to control Roselyn if not by killing those who supported her?
Her dress got caught by the end of a table nearly knocking the wine off a mercenaries hand. Her courtesy drove her to an apology but the moment she spotted a dagger in the man's hands, her fear escalated. Hastily, she took a few steps back now looking for the nearest exit she could get her eyes on.
