The forest wind was sharp against her skin.
Chyna held tightly onto Leon as the horse moved fast through the trees.
"Are they still following us?" she asked.
Leon didn't look back. "Yes."
Her grip tightened.
Then—
An arrow cut through the air.
Leon fell.
The horse stopped violently.
"Leon!" she rushed to him instantly.
Blood stained the ground.
"Leave… now…" he forced out.
"I'm not leaving you," she said firmly.
But the forest answered for him.
Shadows moved.
Surrounding them.
Camelot soldiers emerged.
And at their center stood Prince Dylan.
Smiling.
Like this was a game.
"Run all you want," he said. "You will still belong to me."
Chyna's expression hardened.
"I would rather die than marry you."
The air shifted.
Steel clashed in the distance.
Then—
Men in black appeared.
Silent.
Deadly.
No one understood who they were.
Chaos erupted.
Dylan tried to reach her.
A hand grabbed her wrist.
She bit him hard.
He released her instantly.
"Damn you—"
Before he could finish—
A force hit him to the ground.
A man stood between them.
Calm.
Dangerous.
Unbothered.
"You leave her alone."
Dylan frowned. "Who are you?"
A faint smile appeared.
"The devil."