Chapter 59
Vael, his eyes gleaming with a cold satisfaction, watched Shae, her back pressed against the ancient oak, her breath ragged, her daggers trembling slightly in her exhausted hands. "It's over, Shae," he repeated, his voice a low, chilling purr. "You can't win." Shae, her vision blurring, her body screaming in protest, met his gaze with a defiant fire. "I'm not trying to win," she rasped, her voice hoarse. "I'm buying time." She knew her words were a thin veil, a desperate attempt to mask the fear that gnawed at her insides. But she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. She would fight, she would bleed, she would die, but she would not yield. Vael chuckled, a low, humorless sound that echoed through the clearing. "Time for what?" he asked, his voice laced with mockery.
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