Reinhard drew in a breath. "You never once had a sister. That girl you call Hel, she isn't real. She's just something created from your delusion and trauma as a way to cope-"
Instantly, Reinhard was knocked back down onto the ground with a familiar boot slamming into his chest. Reinhard's groan cut off as air exploded from his lungs. Then instantly, a spear point pressed against his neck, breaking skin, drawing blood that ran down.
Martha's face transformed into something terrible.
Rage twisted her face, pulling lips back from teeth, and fury blazed in those light blue eyes. But underneath her expression were signs of denial and disbelief flickering.
He saw how her entire body trembled, how the hand that held her spear was trembling, and how she bit her lips.
Around them, gasps erupted.
