“Treycore!” she screamed. “How could you?”
His vision cleared, and he saw Vera, stretched out across the stone floor, blood spewing across it from her back.
She rose from her feet, trembling, shaking and collapsed against the wall.
Her gaze flashed between them.
“You fucking monsters!” she exclaimed. “Guards!”
“They’re a little tied up right now,” Treycore said proudly, having fought and bound them together in his chamber before dinner.
She started for the hall.
Treycore sprang to his feet and raced to her.
As he approached, she whirled around, clashing her sword against his.
She gritted her teeth, her face twitching surely from the physical and emotional pain she endured from having lost her wing.
He could tell by the way she held her sword that she was weak, weaker than he’d ever recalled in their battles, and he took advantage. He pushed her sword back with his and snatched her wrist with his free hand.
She released her grip on her sword and her face convulsed as she erupted into a fit of tears.
“How could you?” she asked. “How could you?”
She rested her weight against the wall and turned away from him, slipping down until she was curled into a ball.
As much as Treycore felt she deserved worse… she deserved to die… he couldn’t help but see in this wounded, fragile creature the immortal he’d fallen in love with once upon a time. And he pitied her.
He turned to Kid and said, “Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
