Misa felt the world slipping around her. Sharp rings invaded her ears, drowning out the wind, the water fountain, the laughter escaping Nisha’s mouth, and the captain’s heartbeat thudding against her cheek. They landed on the ground with a thud. Misa winced as sound crashed into her, the ringing finally giving way.
Royle swore. Misa realized her position, and she scrambled away with a flushed face. When she was standing, she found Nisha right next to her. The witch’s eyes were gleaming despite the trickle of blood running down from a slight cut on her cheek.
“I was planning on killing a purgehouse captain tonight,” Nisha said, her voice light as if she was talking about the weather. “But I see that it’s too much for you, Misa.” Misa flinched when her name escaped Nisha’s mout
