Chapter 87: Intervention
>>Draegon
Alishay hit the ground, the impact sending up a cloud of dust and shattered stone. Her limbs twitched, weak and sluggish, black blood seeping from the gaping wound in her chest. She gasped, trying to sit up, but I was already on her.
I slammed into her with all my weight, claws piercing through her flesh. My hand plunged deep into her chest, forcing her back down as her body jerked beneath me. Black ichor oozed out around my fingers, thick and unnatural, staining the cracked stone beneath her. The smell of rot and burning filled my nose, sickly and acrid.
She let out a breathless, pained gasp.
And then—
She smiled.
A slow, amused curve of her lips, blood dripping down her chin.
"What’s gotten you so mad, little brother?" she crooned, voice rasping but mocking.
I snarled. My claws twisted deeper into her flesh, feeling the unnatural sluggish thump-thump of her heart beneath my grip.
"You know exactly why," I growled. How dare she even ask me that after what she did to my wife and daughter.
Her laughter spilled from her lips, broken but unchanged. As if she felt no pain. As if this was nothing more than a game to her. That sound of her laughter scraped against my bones like rusted metal.