Despite her companion being knocked out cold, Lucian's instincts screamed that the cloaked woman was the real threat.
He steadied his gun on her and said coldly.
"Don't move. If you do, your companion won't live to see the morning."
But the woman didn't so much as flinch. Instead, her figure blurred, moving far faster than Lucian expected.
She's fast!
In the blink of an eye, she was between Lucian and the unconscious servant, her cloak billowing as her blade hovered threateningly by her side.
She didn't hesitate—her boot lashed out and kicked her companion's ribs hard.
"Wake up, Louise! If you disgrace me again by falling so easily, I'll end you myself!"
Her voice was sharp, carrying over the storm.
But Louise didn't stir. He remained sprawled in the mud, breathing steadily under the effects of the sleeping dust.
The woman's brows furrowed, her cold expression cracking into frustration.
