Capítulo 42: A Swift Escape

As we stood there, surrounded by Averys' men, I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. We had walked right into a trap, and now there was no escaping it.

Gwendolyn tightened her grip on her sword, her knuckles turning white as she prepared to defend herself. I could see the fire of determination burning in her eyes, undiminished by the overwhelming odds stacked against us.

"We don't want any trouble," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear clawing at my insides.

The man smirked, his gaze flicking between us with thinly veiled amusement. "You've caused quite a bit of trouble for us, you know," he replied, his voice dripping with malice. "Two children bested five Eeries... Averys won't be happy about this."

I glanced at Gwendolyn, exchanging a silent look of understanding. We were in deep trouble, and there was no talking our way out of this.

"What are Eeries?" Gwendolyn asked, looking to me for the answer.