"I should kill you right here. It is the least you deserve for all the trouble you caused." Circe said, already eager to call on her magic once more.
Dena forced herself upright despite the damage Circe had inflicted on her. Her body trembled from the strain and she swayed slightly where she stood, but pride would not allow her to collapse again. Every breath she drew was labored, every movement stiff with pain, yet she straightened her spine as if sheer stubbornness could hold her together.
Pride had always been Dena's greatest strength. Now it was the only thing keeping her on her feet.
"You are upset." Dena said, breathing slowly through the agony humming through her battered body. She still felt the lingering shock of being slammed into the unforgiving ground moments ago. "All that rage… and it is on behalf of the same vampires that cheered the fall of your kingdom and celebrated your capture."
A faint smile curled at the corner of her mouth despite the blood on her lips.
