Finn let out a strangled sound of agony, collapsing to the floor, clutching his crotch. The dagger slipped from his hand as he writhed in pain.
Zara didn't waste time and bolted for the door. But just as she pulled on the handle, a whistling sound ripped through the air and before she could react, a searing pain exploded in her back.
She screamed in pain, her body slamming against the door. The silver-laced dagger protruded from her back and a wave of burning agony coursed through her veins.
That little bastard.
Behind her, Finn staggered to his feet, his lips twisted with satisfaction.
"You're getting old, Luna Zara. You should've run faster," He taunted her.
With her lips pressed together in grim determination, Zara reached behind her, and grabbed the dagger's hilt.
"Ahh—!" she groaned, her teeth gritted as she yanked the blade free from her back.