~CELIE’S POV~
With perturbation overpowered by a heightening desire to harm the object of my disdain, I belt forward to land a fatal blow to the enemy before me, but the villain manages to dodge each one with ease. Probably having been weakened from giving birth, I get knocked over to the ground once more, this time with no hope of rising back again, for I now have the mouth of the musket resting directly on my forehead.
“You’re quite suited to this bastard over here since you are just as foolhardy as him to pay any mind to the threat before you,” says Cillian, with his cruddy gaze settled on my face and a displeasing smile.
Lacking the necessary tolerance to entertain his ill humour, I get straight to bargain with him, “Since you must kill me to avenge the murder of your father, ther
