'...bitch... I will kill you.'
Then they were gone, leaving Seria alone in the corridor with blood pooling under her cheek and a cream-colored envelope pressing against her spine.
For a long moment, she just lay there, breathing in ragged gasps. Her hand trembled as it reached back, fingers closing around the envelope. She pulled it around, staring at the red wax seal through blurred vision.
Inside her head, three voices warred.
One screaming about revenge against Yuna.
One cursing Rururu's existence.
And one—quiet, calculating, desperate—whispering about how much money might be in that envelope.
Seria's fingers tightened on the paper, crumpling it slightly.
"Fucking academy," she muttered through broken teeth, tasting copper. "Fucking psycho midget. Fucking cat bitch."
But she didn't let go of the envelope. And all of her anger was redirected towards a single name that was taken by both Yuna and this woman. "You are fucking dead... Aelric."
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