Olivia's body was hurled backward with unheard-of violence. It cut through the air for several meters, a graceful silhouette with silver hair tipped in gold floating, before crashing heavily against a massive dune. Sand burst all around her, forming a thick cloud to cushion her fall.
Grains were still crunching against her skin when she immediately rolled to the side.
"Shit!" she spat violently.
Adrian's blade sank into the sand with a sinister sound, exactly where her head had rested a second earlier. Adrian Dantalion, her twenty-year-old half-brother, stood there, his golden eyes shining with an icy gleam that completely contradicted his usual easygoing appearance… In short, he also wanted to kill her.
Olivia rose halfway, still kneeling on the ground. Her clothes, torn in places, revealed her voluptuous curves and hourglass figure that made her one of the most intimidating beauties in the Empire. She could call for help but…
"Adrian's death belongs to me!"
