Just as her blade was about to make contact, he vanished—reappearing at her side. With barely a flick of his wrist, he tapped her forehead with a single finger.
The force alone sent her flying backward.
She skidded to a stop, eyes burning with rage. Her hand tightened around her sword, ready to strike again—
Then, she felt it.
A warm trickle running down her lip.
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, blinking at the streak of blood.
What…?
Her heart pounded as she looked back at Tharros, who was now standing across the room, arms crossed, a wild grin stretched across his face.
He tilted his head. "Ah," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "Now we're getting started. I will be using my sword next."
His fingers flexed around the hilt of his sword, and his smile darkened.
"Let the real fun begin, Nyxoria."
Tharros's jaw tightened as he watched her. His heart was racing, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
