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My lips thinned into a straight line when he raised his arms up next to his head. A bad move on his part. I took advantage of his vulnerable position, exposing the softer side of his torso, and pressed the tip of another blade I had taken from my back between his ribs.
I should kill him. He’ll probably come for me later anyway.
No. He saved me. A life for a life. I have a debt to pay.
I growled at my inner turmoil. The Gaolin male with the sword in his back gurgled a cough behind me.
I would feel no conflict about killing him.
My body rose and fell with the Orynian’s heavy breaths. I leaned down so that my face was a mere breath away from his.
“I will spare you now forsaving my life, but if you so much as cross my path again I will not hesitate to slit your throat,” I warned through gritted teeth.
Keeping my blades in their positions, I maneuvered myself off him and backed away. Even with his large frame, he seemed non-threatening. His eyes were soft, and his body was surprisingly relaxed despite the situation.
I lowered my blades, still eyeing him with suspicion, before deeming him not enough of a concern at that moment. I turned and approached the other male on the ground, still bleeding, to finish him so he wouldn’t come back for me later. Fae were difficult to kill, but we were mortal after all. If one were to lose their head, heart, or enough blood, they wouldn’t be able to heal. Especially during the Trial.
I bent down to inspect the barely conscious male, leaning back on my heels, careful to avoid stepping in his blood. I watched him struggle against his labored breathing.
“Our bodies don’t heal as quickly here.” I turned my head to look at the shirtless male now sitting with his forearms resting on his bent knees as he continued. “It has to do with the nullification.”
“I know. I’m pretty sure the Gods want us to be easily killed.”
I set down one of my daggers and pulled up the hem of my shirt, exposing my torso. My skin was already turning a bluish tint from where the male’s thighs had crushed my sides. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Oryn male’s cheeks turn a shade of red behind me as he looked away. One side of my mouth turned up in an amused grin. I wouldn’t have expected someone who looked like him to blush at the sight of a little skin, especially seeing how much he exposed himself.
The male next to me groaned, and I let my shirt fall as I grabbed for my dagger, the other one already trained at the vein pulsingin his neck.
“If only I had the time,” I mocked his previous words. I leaned down so my head was next to his, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke. “Nothing personal. Just increasing my chances ofsurvival.”
With his own words thrown back at him, his eyes widened just before my blade sliced across his throat, blood gushing out of the wound. I replaced my three daggers before I stood and turned, removing the sword from his chest and walking back to the other male. I held the sword out to him as he stood, and he hesitantly took it. I held his stare for a moment and he nodded once in understanding—a truce.
He reached for my arm as I began to walk toward my discarded bow. “So look, um…” He dropped his arm and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.
“Kya.”
“Kya. I’m Njall.” He glanced at me and grinned. “So look,Kya, I was thinking that we could help each other out.”
Does he think I’m an idiot?
“And what makes you think I need your help,Njall,” I said with a raised brow. If he noticed my mocking tone, he didn’t show it.
“I’m going to be honest, I just want to get out of this place alive. And with my mind intact. Obviously, you can handle yourself, but it’s also evident that my presence could be beneficial to you.” His hands gestured to the other males as he spoke, and I bristled in irritation at his truth. Without my abilities, I couldn’t easily evade attacks here.
I leaned away slightly and my eyes locked with his, distrusting of his motives.
“And how exactly do you expectmypresence to be beneficial toyou?” I wasn’t ignorant to the ways of males.
Njall leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I’m betting that you’re decent at deciphering riddles, Roav.” He smirked.
“Whatled you to think that?” I wasn’t going to confirm the title, but I sure-as-shit wanted to know where he got that information.
“Well, you’re from Morah, aren’t you?” He shifted on his feet.
“You know who I am?” I asked more defensively than I intended.
“No one knows whoanyof you are, or evenhowmany,” he huffed. I gave him a suspicious look as he continued, “Your blades. They’re from Ilrek.” He gestured to my daggers with a gentle smile.
I raised an eyebrow, still not understanding.
