Chapter 10

Third-person POV

Jane gulped, looking into her cold eyes. Her plan was to stay away and let the men exhaust her, and when they least expected it, she delivered the last blow, killing her, but she didn’t expect it to go this way. She killed everyone; everyone is dead, she didn’t leave one alive.

She was trying to escape, but she fell on a sword, and now her hand was bleeding. She shouldn’t have screamed; her hand was already healing. Maeve shifted her hair sticking to her bloody skin. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach but ignored it as she laughed at the scared Jane. She remembered what she told her in that dining room, and her laughter increased.

“Where are you running to?” she asked, climbing over the dead bodies to get to her.

“Please,” Jane begged, shaking.

“The bitch begs,” Maeve said, tilting her head. She has not lost control, she is very much in control, but the bitch in front of her was making her angry. She talked to her in that manner, was indifferent to the fact, she had