Page 116 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

I heard the dull clang of metal, and Micah gasped.

Both our gazes fell to her chest and the silver blade that protruded from it.

A strangled sound tore out of me as her assailant pulled the silver out of Micah’s chest and sliced open her throat.

Warm flecks of blood spattered across my cheeks. The dagger fell from my limp fingers as my old best friend fell to the cold hard floor, her eyes wide and unseeing, her hand still on her pregnant belly.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look away from Micah’s fallen body, a scream trapped in my throat.

“You’re weaker than I thought,” Anastasia said as she wiped the blood off her dagger. “She tried to kill you three times, but you still hesitated.”

“You killed her,” I said uselessly, as though both of us didn’t already know that.

I was still in shock, processing what I’d just seen. This was the first time I’d seen someone I’d known die.

Micah was…Micah was gone. Forever.

“Did I?” Anastasia asked as she retrieved Micah’s fallen dagger. “Luna Micah escaped from her cell in an attempt to assassinate the woman her mate had chosen over her. In the process, both she-wolves fought and died tragically.”

I barely registered that Anastasia had just admitted she was going to kill me too, and frame Micah for it.

Anastasia and Alexander had a relationship. If she was here, then he still had a chance.

“Dylan…Dylan intends to betray Alexander and kill him,” I said, not caring that my voice rang with desperation. “You need to warn him.”

Anastasia twirled her dagger as she moved closer to me, carefully staying out of my reach.

“Dylan will never win a fight against Alexander.” She shrugged.

She had a point. Dylan would never win afairfight against Alexander. But what if it wasn’t a fair fight?

Anastasia’s cool blade bit into the skin of my neck, and I didn’t even realized she’d moved this close.

“For what it’s worth,” she said from behind me, her voice lazy and reassured. “This is nothing personal.”

A lightbulb went off in my head as I realized what she was doing.

This is nothing personal.

“You think killing me will break Alexander’s curse.”

Anastasia’s hold on me wavered, the blade moving slightly away from my neck.

“How do you know about the curse? Did Alexander?—”

I headbutted her, feeling her nose break as I took advantage of her distraction, simultaneously smacking the dagger out of her hand.

Anastasia growled, diving to pick it up. Knowing I couldn’t reach it before her, I kicked it right through the bars and out of my cell, then lunged for Anastasia.

Anastasia stumbled back, blood running down her nose as she backed away from my silver chains, palming her second dagger.

I settled into a fighting stance even though I knew I couldn’t win against Anastasia, who was a terrific warrior who still had access to her wolf.

“I don’t intend to die here,” I said evenly. “Now, we can either fight and waste valuable time, or we can get out of here and help Alexander.”

Anastasia blinked, her eyebrows climbing high.

“Did you really think I’d fall for that?” The edges of her lips curled into a mocking smile. “If you care about Alexander so much, why don’t you just stay still and die?” she rasped, and then she launched herself at me.

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