Aurelia’s POV.
I heard the command: "Hands up!" and my heart froze. I slowly raised my hands, palms facing forward, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. But Dantel refused to comply. He stood tall, his arms by his sides, staring defiantly at the men surrounding us.
I was terrified, but Dantel seemed calm, his face a mask of determination. My heart was pounding, my hands trembling, and I desperately wanted to close my eyes and make it all go away. But I had to face this, for both of our sakes. Dantel moved closer to me, his eyes never leaving the armed men.
"Aurelia," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"What?" I hissed back, struggling to keep my tone low. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.
"We'll have to fight," he said. I was about to protest when one of the
