Chapter 39
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Seraphina asked coldly, pressing the blade harder against his neck until blood began to trickle from the shallow wound. "Were you expecting me to be some random weak guard? Well, look again." Her voice was low, controlled, and her eyes glowed a faint, ominous purple.
The man's expression tensed, his body going rigid as realization dawned on him. "A witch..." he whispered, his voice trembling despite his efforts to appear unfazed.
"Here's the deal," Seraphina said, her tone deadly calm. "Tell your men to back off, and I'll let you keep your head."
He hesitated, glancing around at his remaining soldiers who were still engaged with Rhydian, clearly caught between pride and survival. The grip on his weapon tightened, and Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself," she warned, the edge of her blade digging deeper into his flesh.
