"We are going home."
Mira pursed her lips as she considered the situation for a moment. There was clearly no way out of this one.
Other than the attendants near the distant inn, the street was far too empty for her to even consider shouting for help, and even if she did, what would that accomplish?
Passersby were oftentimes nothing more than spectators who were unwilling to get their hands dirty, even if it involved defending a defenseless young woman from being attacked by a large group of fifteen.
And Mira knew she stood no chance trying to fight against such a large group. In fact, she could not hope to defeat even one of them in a one-on-one fight.
Her father had come well prepared this time.
Gale was not the sort of man who would appear before her without ensuring that every possible route of escape had already been accounted for.
