"I've had enough of you," he said, voice low and steady, a razor pressed against her soul. The words cut sharper than any blade.
His sword lowered, its golden edge glinting dangerously. "Now… you'd better prove yourself useful to me."
Lilia's legs were locked to the ground, the biting chill of ice crawling up her skin until even the smallest twitch felt impossible. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, each inhale trembling, each exhale filled with disbelief. Her wide eyes, burning with humiliation and desperation, fixed themselves on Nathan.
"J…just who are you…?" she managed to breathe out, her voice tight with anger and shaken pride.
