Bima's gaze was on us now, a predator sizing up his next meal. "Your wish is my command, Princess."
"Well, this just got messy," Lyta said.
They all edged closer to me, seeking solace in numbers.
"I knew the wolf b***h was going to lead us to our deaths," whispered Snaky.
"A very painful death,” Tundra hissed.
I breathed in deep. Then I pulled off my hooded cloak and dropped it on the floor. My hair spilled over my shoulders as I took a single step forward and raised my voice.
“Fight me first.”
The crowd hushed like someone had pressed a blade to their throats.
Bima’s lips curled. A slow, wicked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “A hero, I see.”
“There’s nothing heroic about dying first,” Snaky muttered behind me. Loud enough for me to hear. Loud enough to be annoying.
I ignored
