Anastasia turned to run behind the wagon. She didn't know where else to go because now in front of her was the group fighting the remaining bandits.
The bandit rounded the wagon and stopped her. He waved his sword in her direction and said, "I am going to behead you this instant, bitch!"
Anastasia was about to send her dagger to his chest when air drifted on her side, fluttering the strands of her hair. The next she heard was a snap of the bones. She gasped. The bandit had fallen on the ground with a sword plunged in his neck and a dagger in his chest. His wide eyes were wide with shock, as he looked at Ileus, the Dark Prince, and then they became fixed.
Ileus spun to Anastasia. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her. He ran towards a fallen log and made her sit on it as if she was a weightless porcelain doll. "Sorry wife," he said as he panted. "Let me kill them and I will return to you in a short while."
