Valka
Lilith didn't kill me.
I stagger against the snow on shaky feet, breathing in the freezing air, and my body trembles from exhaustion. The binds around my wrist scrape my skin raw and I grimace as Morrigan kicks my shin, sending me sprawling into the mud. "Move, bitch."
I might have laid right there, out of spite, if every resistance I gave didn't earn Evadne another punch to the face.
Whatever she had planned didn't work. Her left eye is punched shut, her lips cut. Her--my leather, is torn up in different vital places, like she had been carved up with a blade, though the skin underneath retains only a faint bruising. An arrow is lodged in her shoulder and her body is soaked in blood, her dark hair matted with it.
It wasn't hard to figure out what the fault with her planning was. She hadn't accounted for the fact that Lilith and Morrigan might have made an alliance. And she'd walked straight into a trap, dressed up as me.
My fault.
