CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
‘Beauty’ noticed Ros’ disappearance and whipped her head around. A savage cry arose from her mouth, and she failed to deflect a throw from Oskar. The knife sank into her arm just below the wrist and the tip came out the other side. She gave a cry and grabbed the hilt before jerking the weapon out.
Blood dripped onto the ground in front of her as she gave him an evil glare. “You’ll regret this.”
Oskar lifted up another knife and sneered back at her. “You won’t live long enough to regret this.”
‘Beauty’ dug the fingernails of her uninjured arm into her wound, creating a horrible half-foot-long gash. She flung her wounded arm at us, spraying our whole company with her vile blood. With the distraction in place, the woman spun around and launched herself at Ros.
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