Chapter 183: What Names Are Owed
The Under, Salza's Lair
Janetta's POV
The killing blow never came.
I held it right at the precipice. A clean, devastating opening—my venom-slicked spear poised directly at the raw seam of her throat.
Salza's massive, multi-limbed frame was pinned utterly beneath me on the shattered cavern floor, her thorax heaving in ragged, defeated hitches as my fingers clamped around her neck.
Her internal fight was finally, genuinely spent.
Every base, predatory instinct built into my body screamed at me to thrust the weapon home, a savage hunger that had carried generations of Sewell queens through exactly this moment of slaughter.
But I didn't move.
"Well," Salza rasped, dark blood and luminous green venom mixing into a thick froth at the corner of her mandibles. "What are you waiting for, little sister? Finish it properly. Devour my flesh. I would rather feed your growth than rot down here as a failure anyway."
