Wasn't My Trick

“If I truly were a demon, and it was that easy, your world would have been rid of shadows long ago,” Chadstone said.

Dakshana took a deep breath and stepped out of her hut, spear in hand. “So it was a trick, you letting me go?”

“Yes, it was a trick,” Chadstone said.

Dakshana’s grip on the spear tightened. “What will stop us all from killing you?”

“The fact that it wasn’t my trick,” he said, and threw.

Dakshana stared at the red stain that blossomed across the front of Minka’s dress, spreading outward from the spear in her chest.