“What are you doing here?” Peron demanded, reaching behind him for a pistol stuck in his belt.
“With all the advice I’ve given you, I didn’t expect for you to be so spineless.” Nisha laughed lightly, but the tension between them was heavy.
Misa shot the prince a look. “What is she talking about? What advice?”
Nisha effortlessly shut the door, shrouding them in darkness before a flicker of white light came to life. Misa squinted against it, and she heard a grunt from behind her before her vision could adjust.
“You won’t get away with this,” Peron said, straining and huffing. Misa whirled around and froze in shock. Nisha had the prince on the ground, her foot pressing onto his back. His pistol was snug in her grip, and she had the muzzle pointed against the back of hi
