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“It seems the mage wants to play,” Vex sneered.
The slit was deep, and blood spilled down Ronin’s wrist.
“He is a lunatic!” Astrid said through her melodic laughter.
Ronin lifted his arm over Naia’s shoulder.
She rotated her head to look.
Astrid’s laughter halted.
Naia’s eyes widened as Ronin’s blood levitated in the form of a river, separating into tiny cherry beads. They hung suspended, like bullets taking aim to shoot.
Malik tore his blade from Naia’s back. She cried out from the painful release.
He cocked his blade back in his grasp to throw at Ronin. Naia jolted to intervene, but Ronin’s eyes clicked over her shoulder onto Malik, and the blade froze inches from meeting his face.
Malik roared. The cleaver clanked against the floor, and her brother reeled backwards, his palms holding either side of his head in grave agony.
“Move out of the way!” Vex shouted, focused on the pellets of blood launching in every direction.
Naia twisted her head again, eyes wildly jumping from each bead of blood flying in the air. Vex and Astrid materialized in and out of sight, apparitions of dusky swirls.
They reappeared beside Malik.
“What the hell?” Vex directed his question at Ronin as he slung blood from his cheeks.
“Disgusting!” Astrid’s silver hair was soiled from it.
Malik straightened up, scarlet splotches dotting his face, with a murderous fixation on Ronin.
Naia’s adrenaline sparked in her bloodstream. “Mal?—”
The blood absorbed into their skin, like rain soaking into asphalt.
Naia watched carefully.
Wait—
She gasped.
Malik must’ve come to the same conclusion she had because his eyes went wide.
Vex dropped to the floor first. Astrid followed. Then Malik, the clinking of the rest of his blades echoed in the staircase.
The Himura clan.
Naia’s limbs tingled with paralysis. Her awareness went to the warm droplets rolling down the back of her hand as her knees gave way, and she tried to throw her arms up to grab onto something, but they flopped like limp noodles against her sides.
Ronin scooped her up in his arms before she hit the ground.
The prickling sensation scoured up and down her limbs, and she thought back to the night they’d met and how she’d accidentally nipped Ronin’s neck with Wren. His blood had touched her then. She assumed the sight of it had been her reason for fainting. It was a surprise, considering all her life, she’d always been able to fight through losing consciousness.
It wasn’t hemophobia.
“What the hell is this?” Vex snarled. “I can’t?—”
It was Ronin’s blood.
