“You are making it easier for me to take my trophy,” Kaela purred as she leaned over, holding all of Idris’s hair in one hand and her own purple beamblade in another. “You can witness your—”
Before she was able to finish her monologue, Jaiya found the strength to yank her beamblade from underneath the male and swing, aiming for her heart.
She gasped mid-sentence, dropping the prince’s hair. Jaiya’s blade had landed true.
“You little bitch!” Kaela spat. “If I’m going to die today, you are, too.”
Jaiya was too weak from blood loss; she couldn’t free her beamblade in time to block Kaela’s answering blow.
Pain erupted through her chest, and her lungs burned like an inferno. She gasped for air as her vision blurred, and her body gave out.
“For honor . . .”
