Everyone waited, tense and silent.
Lady Nessa stood at the edge of her formation, watching the scene unfold with narrowed eyes. Her men shifted uneasily behind her, hands inching toward their weapons, waiting for her command.
"Lady Nessa, should we—" one of her lieutenants began, his voice taut.
She raised a gloved hand, silencing him with a quiet but firm gesture. Her emerald-green gaze remained fixed on the confrontation before them.
"Hold your position. This isn't our fight. Logan go get your brother quickly."
As the supervisor stood in the middle assessing the arrow for a moment, Aziz nodded at Logan, granting permission to retrieve his brother.
"Lady Nessa… I'm sorry," Landen choked out, his voice trembling. He winced in pain, struggling to keep himself upright as he met her gaze. "I failed you… I… I didn't think… that he'd be…"
Nessa held up a hand, silencing him.