Chapter 69

Eleanor's eyes thinned as she straightened her aim, then prepared to release it. Before she could, however, the sharp blade of a sword cut through her upper arm, upsetting her balance.

She let go of the arrow and it bounded off, merely able to hit the second person with Alexander, injuring his side.

She fell to the floor, her hand torn, blood spurting out of it to the floor. Brandon turned from the two he had overpowered, his eyes wide.

"Eleanor?"

She gritted her teeth and looked up to see the person who had thrown the sword. He was standing all alone, a rather disappointed look on his face. It was obvious he had intended to do more damage.

"That bastard," she cussed under her breath and grabbed her fallen bow, wincing hard at the pain that shot up her arm and her side from where Alexander's heavy boots had come in contact with her stomach.

"Eleanor, I will..." Brandon started to say, but he had not finished the sentence when Dan suddenly fell on the flo