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She was a double agent.
Natalya tilted her head. “You let him fuck you, didn’t you?” She laughed scornfully. “I’m surprised he went for a woman while she was still warm.”
Wendel bared his teeth at her, his eyes dark.
“Don’t make him mad,” I said. “He might order your corpse to walk into a cesspit.”
Natalya laughed again, like this didn’t scare her in the slightest. “The necromancer is mine. Just walk away, and I won’t have to hurt you.”
I scoffed. “That was my line.”
With an impatient sigh, Wendel drew his dagger.
I stopped him with my hand. “Let me do it. I have a vendetta against this bitch.”
He stepped back and waved me forward. Of course, he understood revenge.
Natalya let the tip of her rapier rest on the snow. I eyed the dagger in her left hand. If she wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t hunt a powerful necromancer with ordinary blades. The dagger was probably enchanted.
There was only one way to find out.
When I unsheathed Chun Yi, flames rippled down its length. Natalya’s shoulders tightened, almost imperceptibly.
Was she afraid? Good.
I charged and swung Chun Yi high. Natalya deflected the blade with her dagger. Counterattacking, I drove the daggeraway and hacked at her neck. The mercenary dodged it and backed against the mausoleum.
“Beheadings are too flashy,” Natalya said.
“Always worked for me.”
I pressed my advantage, swinging at her shoulder, forcing Natalya to defend herself with her dagger. She kicked me in the stomach. I staggered back, winded, and her rapier whipped through the air.
The blade cut my cheek. It burned like a wasp’s sting.
“Don’t toy with me.” Strangely, my words were slurred.
After I retreated, I touched the wound on my cheek. My skin went numb. A strange kind of numbness, one I had encountered once before.
The dagger wasn’t enchanted, but the rapier was, with paralysis magic.
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My heartbeat thundered. The numbing poison pulsed through my blood.
Strength or skill wouldn’t win this fight. But deception was the special of the day.
With exaggerated clumsiness, I stumbled to my knees and clutched Chun Yi. Natalya edged nearer. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Wendel striding into the fight. Natalya’s attention shifted to him.
Perfect.
I surged to my feet and swung Chun Yi. The magic in my sword rushed through my arm and steeled my muscles. I chopped Natalya’s rapier in half, jerked my sword backward, and bashed the pommel into her face. Blood gushed from Natalya’s nose. She staggered back, trying to escape, but I caught her arm, wrenched it hard, and stabbed the broken rapier into her chest.
Shock froze in her eyes. She tottered into the snow.
I stared down at Natalya. She lay like a bug pinned to a wall. Her lips had frozen in a silent gasp, her breath misting the air. Blood trickled past the rapier’s blade, still embedded to its hilt between her ribs.
“Fuck you,” I said. “And honestly? A necrophilia joke is so unoriginal.”
