chapter hundred-and-nine

[ IN WHICH SHE FEELS DEATH ]

NOVEMBER’S P.O.V –

Envy pulls out two sharp blades. She enters into a defensive position. Her eyes alert. Elbows out, ready to cut someone’s skin open. Her dark eyes watches the other warriors, and fear flickers in her eyes, but it is gone as soon as it is noticed. She has realized that she is outnumbered. Which means she is here alone.

I stay quiet, analyzing her every move.

“Sin, tell your minions to put their weapons away.” Envy warns.

Sin straightens his back. “You are a threat, and they have been trained to react this way when they spot one.”

Envy smirks, amused and angered. “Put down your weapons.” She tries to command them, but no one does her will. She is at the Grand Alkhemi. Her power is limited in the enemy’s territory. “You do not want to fight me.”

“We will see about that.” Jacqueline’s eyes are fierce. I can almost see fire burning in them.

“I did not come here to fight.” Envy replies.

“Then why did you come here?” Eirene asks.

Envy