Gabrielle stared at Ansel, the wind blowing strands of hair in her face. He stared back at her, seeing blood stained on her dress. His veins ran cold.
"Ansel," She called out.
"Gabrielle," He called back out to her.
She took a step forward, quickly being grabbed on the arm by Zander.
"Let go out me," She shouted, trying to fight out of his grip.
Zander looked ahead, seeing Ansel and his men sitting at the bottom of the hill.
"Well it looks like you found us," Zander laughed, tightening his grip around her arm.
Ansel gritted his teeth, fire filling his eyes.
"Let her go," He roared.
"I don't think so, Your Majesty," Zander taunted, holding the broken bottle up to her neck, "I think I have something you want."
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you," He shouted, drawing his sword, "Let her go now."
"Oh Your Majesty, I struck a nerve didn't I," He laughed, digging the bottle into her neck.
She yelped, tears filling her eyes.
