KAIA'S POV.
I swung the chair with all my strength, and it slammed right against Caelistra’s face before I delivered a kick to her stomach—or where it used to be. She doubled over, screeching noisily. Her form wavered, flickering violently, and then—finally—she lost her balance. She staggered backward, crashing first into the wall behind her and then the ground with a sound like nails scraping against stone.
I raised the chair again, ready to strike, fury coursing through me. But then something stopped me.
Caelistra raised her hands, her whole form trembling, her voice small and shaky, almost human, as she spoke.
“P-please… forgive me… I… I meant no harm… ‘tis… mercy I seek, I swear it…”
Her English was strange, archaic, like something from medieval times, and her words tumbled out wi
