Mirena's breathing was ragged as she returned to the Ocean of the Blood Sun, and the deep frown on her face made it clear that she had failed to kill Airi. Still, the Royal Blutlinie did not return empty-handed.
She carried something in her grasp—an amputated leg—proof that the chase had not been in vain.
As soon as the Royal Blutlinie hovered above the blood ocean once more, a complicated expression surfaced on her face.
Cain had not been wrong in his assessment. Those of the Aztorus Kingdom intended to use him and discard him once the war ended—or the moment he lost his strategic value.
To them, he was nothing more than a tool, meant to be treated as such. His ideas, his plans, his input, none of that should have value.
Yet Mirena could not deny the conflict stirring in her heart.
