Nymera’s POV
The tunnel felt like it was closing in around me.
Astra's footsteps slowed, savoring the moment.
I braced myself.
She stepped into view, dagger gleaming, eyes wild.
"Still fighting?" she mocked. "You're pathetic."
I didn’t answer.
I waited until she was three steps away—
—then struck.
I feinted left. She lunged.
I spun low, slashing upward.
The dagger grazed her ribs. She screamed and staggered back.
I pounced, shoving her against the wall.
"Why?" I snarled, pressing the blade to her throat. "Why do all this? We were friends."
Her laughter was ugly.
"Friends? You were nothing but a stepping stone. Kaelith was meant for me. Always was."
Her eyes glinted.
"And now Dain will die. Just like your father did."
The words hit like a slap.
"Shut up!" I snapped.
Her
