Lucian's eyes darkened. "Someone wanted him dead? Who sent you?" His voice was low, carrying a deadly intent.
"I'm afraid I can't say so," he answered, mischief swirling in his eyes. He turned to the attackers, "What are you doing? Break the barrier!" he ordered.
Their attacks became more fierce.
Olivia tugged at Lucian, who was trying to hold the barrier. "What?" Lucian growled at her.
"We need a plan to get out of here," she whispered, her eyes flickering to Luke, whose weight was resting on his sword, which was stabbing the ground.
"Well, we don't have time to make one. I'll hold them off, you and your friend will escape," he said through gritted teeth.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, I'll be right behind you," he muttered, before releasing a dragon. The dragon flew around the barrier, reinforcing its strength.
Olivia stood still, staring at his back. She had mixed feelings about him. He didn't look as evil as Diana had painted him.
