Grace was still trying to recover some of the dignity she had lost in the last few minutes. First, she had been discovered following Victor. Then she had been carried in his arms as if she weighed absolutely nothing. Then he had practically transformed an ordinary conversation into something capable of making her heart race several times in a row. She was already beginning to conclude that talking to Victor Valentine was a much more exhausting experience than facing territorial monsters.
It was precisely at that moment that her instincts kicked in.
There was no warning.
There was no hesitation.
Her body reacted before her mind.
An arrow shot through the forest.
The speed was absurd.
The projectile cut through dozens of meters in a fraction of a second, breaking through the air with enough force to produce a sharp sound as it headed directly towards them.
Victor noticed immediately.
In fact, he noticed even before the arrow was fired.
