NOT A CRIME

EVANORA’S POV

It almost felt like I had been training my whole life for that moment as every single one of Matthew’s training on the importance of good reflex came to use.

In a flash, I followed Matthew’s orders and ducked, watching the twigs he threw my direction impaling the two guards that had their grips on me by the neck.

At the sudden attack, the whole crowd was thrown into a sudden frenzy and I took it as an opportunity to break free. Without hesitation, I pushed the injured guards out of my war, immediately rushing to throw myself at Blade.

I still had very little time. Enough time to push Blade away and replace his head with mine by the gallows.

If anyone was going to end up without a head, it was going to be me first.

“Evanora!” my dad yelled, realizing how quickly the tides had turned. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?!”

“The only thing I can do, dad,” I cried out to him. “You leave me with no choice. I have to do this.”

“Would you come to your senses