Raymel noticed her then and, laughing, shook Saida so that Nona flew free. Something cracked in Saida’s arm when he did it—loud enough to register over her screams. “So I stopped him. I cut his throat.” The younger nun snorted behind her. “They say he’s nine foot tall.” “I climbed.” Raymel wasn’t nine foot but he was over eight. He had gone down on one knee, still holding Saida off the ground by her broken arm, taunting Nona with an ugly grin
Nona badass
