Chapter 72 A Personal Guard

• Ronan managed to break free from the grasp of the two masked men, fighting them off with skill and preciseness. I couldn’t just stand here helplessly and do nothing.
• I stomped the heel of my foot on the toes of the man who was holding me, and his grip on me loosened. I used the opportunity I created to jerk him in the stomach with my elbow. He let go of me for a second and I turned around, kneeing him in the stomach. When he crouched, clutching his stomach in pain, I delivered a blow to the side of his face, before kicking him in the face.
• Everything happened so fast, my breathing ragged as I joined Ronan, trying to fight off our ambushers.