"That damned bitch, she cracked my core." Raz barked as he dragged himself up from the rubble, blood seeping through fractured flesh. His breath came ragged as his vision steadied, locking onto Victoria as she wove through the five legionnaires with cruel precision, her movements sharp and unyielding.
His gaze shifted, lingering briefly on Enzo. Disgust twisted his expression before he turned away. Victoria had thrown a tyrant at him like a mockery, an insult dressed as opposition. Raz felt no duty to entertain it. Survival came first.
He would leave. Heal. Return stronger.
Unfortunately, Enzo had other plans.
Shooi. Shooo.
The sharp whistle of bolts tore through the air. Two crossbow arrows punched straight through the hollow cavity where Raz's heart had shattered earlier, tearing the wound wider. Pain exploded through his chest, the force twisting his body as he staggered and dropped to one knee, fingers clawing uselessly at torn flesh.
