She could destroy, too. Revenge had never been her primary motivator—but now that she was close to victory, something about it appealed to her. She would punish Necrovar for everything he’d done. His death would not be quick, no; she would make him suffer.
Necrovar, surprisingly, began to laugh. He sounded hysterical, unhinged.
“You fool,” he spat, knocking aside a thrust from her sword. He drew close, staring into her eyes. Keriya felt that he wasn’t looking at her, but through her. He was speaking not to her, but to something—or someone—beyond.
“I finally know where your loyalties lie,” Necrovar continued.
Her brow furrowed.
“It should have been me,” he said, his voice cracking. “We could have had everything, you and I—but you ruined it!”
She dodged another vicious swipe of his bla
