The air smelled of rust, sweat… and gunpowder.
Agatha raised her arm slowly, as if savoring the moment. The black pistol gleamed between her slender fingers—elegant, lethal. I recognized the scent clinging to the air. It had to be loaded with silver and aconite rounds. One touch, and I’d be done.
Skadi roared inside me, pounding against the walls of my chest.
Let me out, she growled.
No.
Not now.
Agatha tilted her head, her cruel smile slicing the distance between us. My eyes locked on the pistol, on the small glint of loaded bullets.
My feet shifted slightly, searching for footing.
Kael and Lean fought fiercely behind me, every blow crashing like thunder. Zack and Sage held their side, keeping the warriors at bay.
I was alone, facing the Luna.
And I couldn’t afford to fail.
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