<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Daphne stood between Victoria and Edgar, and then at Sabina. She knew that there would be bloodshed and that the prince and his bodyguard would be no match for her friends. She held her hand to the cut at her chest, it was already getting sandy and dirty, and it made her wince. Looking at Alexander she pleaded with her eyes. She should hate him, she really should, but she couldn't help but feel something for him, too. <em>Please, just walk away Prince.. Please..</em><br/><br/>Why did everyone have to be so stubborn? She looked up at Edgar, then Victoria, knowing they would never back down. She saw some dust rustling on the horizon and squinted. A chill went through her and she looked at the group staring each other down. Something was coming, and it was coming for them. </span><br/><br/>