"How do you know my name?" she asked, brows furrowed.
In a blink, a dagger was pressed against my throat.
Ah. Right. I forgot—she's always in disguise when she leaves the academy.
"It would be nice if you moved that object away from me," I said evenly. The worst thing I could do right now was look intimidated.
"Talk," she snapped, pressing the blade in deeper. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't tell me—now."
I felt it—sharp, cold steel against skin.
Then a sting.
Blood.
Damn it. I still can't move.
"I'm warning you," I said, voice hardening. "Take. That. Object. Away. From me."
My mana core trembled.
And then—
BAM.
"Fuck—no!" I gasped, eyes flying wide as a searing jolt of pain tore through my spine.
"You don't get to yell," she said coldly. "I don't think you understand your situation. You're crippled."
Crippled.
The word echoed like a bullet inside my skull.
In that instant, the thought I should have had from the moment I woke up, came to my mind.
