Chapter Twenty-SixMegahn spun and drove the dagger forward.
A great wrench of her shoulder was all that kept it from driving through Veronica’s heart.
The woman yelped and nearly fell back down the stairs again.
Meghan wavered, drained by the sudden loss of adrenaline.
Veronica stepped around the still-drawn blade and surveyed the room.
“So much blood.”
Meghan wavered.
Would have fallen had not a single chair miraculously survived beside the wrecked table.
Had not Veronica had the presence of mind to guide her there.
“Are you hurt?”
She couldn’t find the words. Looked down to see her hands. Sword and dagger still tightly clenched. Blood all over her hands. Covered. Her skirt and sweater as well.
Her poor sweater. The gray and white and black wool sprayed red beyond cleaning. Bil
