Caden’s POV

“Please don’t do anything, let me handle them,” I muttered to Gunnar, but he did not reply, and I took that silence as permission because right now I needed him calm more than anything.

The guards were already rushing toward us with weapons raised, their boots pounding the ground, their faces twisted with anger and fear because they knew who we were and they also knew they had no chance.

Still, they came anyway because they had orders, and stupid loyalty always got people killed.

The moment the first man swung his sword, I lunged.

I moved faster than they expected. My hand wrapped around his wrist, and...