Corrin's POV - Two Hours Earlier
“We don’t have time for this, you spoiled, little brat. Tell me what she’s planning. Now!”
I glare up at Sawyer Lancaster through the hot, sticky mess of blood that’s collected all over my face. I part my lips to speak, but they’re swollen so big, I’m not sure I’ve succeeded. “She’s planning on killing you,” I growl at him through the pain and blood. “As soon as possible.”
He gives me a sharp kick to the gut, but I barely flinch. He’s already kicked my gut so many times, I’m fairly certain I don’t have ribs anymore; what’s another kick? “I need details, little slut. How long? Where will she attack?”
I laugh. A sputter of blood escapes me as I do so. “Slut,” I repeat. “That’s’ what your Umbra men called Sophie Lancaster, too. The insult doesn’t mean much
