“Put her down, and I won’t make you suffer.” He holds my gaze, body rigid beneath my blade. “I’ll die before seein’ an Ordinary sit on Ilya’s throne.” My sword plunges into his heart at the same moment he throws Paedyn over the railing. A scream rips from my throat, lost in the raging storm. I don’t think. I don’t breathe. I don’t hesitate to leave my sword buried in the sailor
JAW DROPPED
