ALYSSA
Before the guns can be fired, Damien disarms them and knocks them to the ground. He weaves through the attackers like a winter wind, his movements a blur of white. He deflects a blow from one with a flick of his wrist, using the attacker's own force to send him sprawling.
As the men crumble under his powerful attacks, Damien stands straight, the moonlight highlighting his muscular frame. A frustrated groan escapes my lips as I watch. Why him?
"Lyssa, are you hurt?" his deep voice cuts through the chaos.
"No need to worry about me," I scoff, beating the two men holding my arms captive unconscious with one attack. It irritates me to know that he's the one to save me. He didn't need to jump in. I could have handled it. I did it for so long, without him.
