“Chadstone!” Dakshana cried. “What --?”
“Survive!” he shouted at her. He swung again. The force of his blows was breathtaking. Did none of his dark-haired army notice the white-haired demon in their midst?
“Why are you --”
He locked spears with her, and he was so much stronger - he would prevail. Their faces were almost inches apart, and for one moment Dakshana was sure he was going to kiss her.
He whispered, “Survive,” and drove the spear home.
Dakashana broke free and stepped aside, but she felt the rush of air in the spear’s wake. He’d tried to kill her.
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