Her laughter echoed through the corridor, eerie and sharp. Taria shivered. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew one thing for certain now, she didn't like it at all and she wanted to get out of the situation.
She wanted to rush to the portal, but Kaedros's hand landed firmly on her shoulder, holding her back. The naked blade in Vexa's hand served as another warning as its light shone silent, gleaming, deadly.
"Yes! Stop! That's a command from your Lord!" Rauk was shouting, his eye wide as if he couldn't clearly process what was happening.
The laughter cut off as suddenly as it had begun. Vexa's voice followed, flat and absolute.
"But you are not my Lord."
Rauk reeled back as if struck, staring at her with wide, pale eyes. His lips trembled. "But…"
"You are not my Lord, you little fool," Vexa said, cutting him off. Then louder, for everyone to hear, she repeated, "You. Are not. My. Lord."
