Misa swore under her breath as the last of her strength left her legs. She fell against the wall, barely keeping herself upright. Blood trickled through her fingers, and Misa wanted to hurl. She could still hear the clang of the knife dropping on the floor, seeing it dripping red when the lightning flashed.
She couldn’t heal. Not yet.
Cringing at the pain, Misa pushed herself off the wall and forced her foot forward. She had to keep going. She couldn’t let Nisha run away or find her way to the ballroom and kill everyone there.
It was no use. At the rate she was going, she would lose consciousness before she even reached the tree that had burst through the walls. Misa hastily tore a strip from her dress, and haphazardly tied it around her waist. She let out a cry of angui
