Chapitre 78: Waking Up In A Tent

Samantha's eyes widened in fear as she automatically halted at the spot, but she made no necessary attempts to move since a blade had been threateningly placed against her throat. Slowly, she turned her head to look at the hunter, and his glaring brown eyes were solely fixed on her, causing a shuddering chill to run down her spine.

"Move an inch and I won't hesitate to slice your head off your body." He warned in a heated voice. Clearly they weren't here to play games.

Samantha wisely remained still as she glanced at the hunters who had ambushed their carriages, they were up to seven of them, each masked to conceal their identity. When her panicked gaze moved to the dead bodies of the royal guards that remained sprawled on the ground, their blood pooling around them, she knew instantly that they weren't dealing with ordinary hunters.