He was dead. And he was probably realizing by Milo's murderous aura pulling out in waves how painfull his death would be. I was going to follow every treat. I was going to rip him apart one limb at time.
My focus flicked back to her for just a second, to her eyes. to see if the poison on his claw was already searing his way trought her body.
But something had changed, and it had nothing to do with belladonna.
The fear I saw first was now nowhere to be seen.
Replaced by something else entirely.
Determination.
Cold in a way that had nothing to do with panic and everything to do with decision.
Her hands shifted just slightly, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for it, if you didn’t already know something was coming, if you didn’t already feel the shift in the air around her.
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