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Hua
He was here.
The man Hua hadn’t known if she’d ever see again.
And her body prepared to fight him against her will.
The Nagi pinned Luca to the earth and lifted a fist. Hua tried to scream as she brought it down, and Luca’s body went limp.
The Nagi climbed off him and turned to face Jian. He’d changed in the months since she’d seen him last. His eyes, once stern, now held a wary sadness. Stubble coated his normally clean-shaven cheeks. He looked like he’d seen too much, worried too much.
She wanted to reach out to him, to smooth the crease between his brows.
Instead, her stance widened, and she drew her dao, brandishing it in one hand with her knife in the other. Her actions were not her own, but she still felt the betrayal enter her heart at what her body was about to do.
