"I cannot permit this layout to unfold according to your calculations," Heidy whispered, her broken voice suddenly hardening into a freezing, razor-sharp tone. "I highly prefer an immediate death over living as your absolute puppet."
In a fraction of a single second, before Ethan could even process the micro-movement of her muscles, Heidy violently forced her fingers onto her sword hilt. Her martial resolve was so terrifyingly absolute that she intended to drag Ethan straight to the grave with her.
She managed to slide the heavy blade out by a single millimeter.
"No!" Ethan shouted, his amethyst eyes widening.
But he could not stop the mechanism. The space seal inside her spiritual sea had already detected the treasonous intent. The dormant curse detonated instantly, tearing through her neural pathways and stopping her heart a millisecond before her steel could clear the scabbard.
