Michaela
All the coldness and confusion in Andreas’s demeanour vanished as soon as my claws carved a deep gouge across his chest. As he cried out in pain, I saw his anger blaze back to life. He struck back across my face – unclawed, but hard enough that my ears rang.
This wasn’t an empty dungeon – this was the cluttered ground of his private quarters, and even if I couldn’t bring my claws out again, I had more to fight with than I’d had last time.
I rolled aside and up into a crouch, grabbing the chair from behind the desk and shattering it across Andreas’s back. He went down, snarling, and ripped long lines in the hardwood floor with his claws as he pounced at me.
I nearly dodged, but caught his impact against one shoulder. He tried to grab me by the hair as I twisted away and I s
