[House Karzath — Lady Arinaya's Chamber — Continuation]
Silence crashed across the chamber, a deadly silence. The kind is born only when predators suddenly realize their prey was never truly dead.
Lady Arinaya stood near her bed, alive; her long golden hair remained untied, falling heavily across her shoulders like flowing blood beneath lantern light.
One hand held the sword steadily. The other still remained extended slightly from throwing the dagger moments ago; blood slowly dripped from her fingertips where the blade had cut her skin lightly during the throw.
Yet despite that, her presence remained cold, strong, and unshaken, and meanwhile, Azhrakaal no longer looked amused; not only was he wincing in pain, but also his black eyes had widened slightly in genuine shock.
