Chapter 47

"Futile." Was all Rosaline said before her hand sliced through the air, giving the silent order. The guards took aim, and then they fired. *** The arrows rained down around us like a hail of thorns. My mind quickly processed what was happening and, in turn, my body reacted with equal speed. I whisked Cyrena behind me and hoped that would be enough to protect her. My body stiffened as I braced for the impact of the arrows, but there was none. I cracked my eyes open, half expecting to see myself covered in blood, but surprisingly, I was fine. Well, if being in one piece counted as fine. Rosaline let out a soft laugh from where she was leaning over the balcony with an amused expression. "The arrows are not meant to hurt you, Elizabeth," she purred. "It would be too much work to explain your arrow wounds to Luca. Poison, on the other, hand is easier..." She trailed off, and my eyes widened. I looked behind me to