Anya's pov
Fate hated me.
It was against me as well as all odds of the situation and there was nothing I could do about it.
No matter what I had tried, my conceived plans being carried out only brought them together and now there was going to be a duel, two men fighting for the woman I hated the most like she was some goddess that men died for.
And these ones were actually willing to die for her.
She looked like a woman who should be taken captive during war and enslaved with torture and not women who men went to war for.
The hatred I had towards her had brewed significantly during the past few hours and I could only wish her death.
I wished upon her death with pain from the deepest cursed parts of hell.
I couldn't believe what was happening and I knew that Dmitri fighting Eros wi
