Page 60 of Heartless Enemy

A few steps away, Eve blinked and shook her head as if coming out of a trance. Then her gaze darted down to her bare chest, and fury burned across her features.

The guy with the wound to the back of his head stumbled up from the sofa and began bringing his hands together, so I summoned a small metal sheet and severed his miserable head from his shoulders.

Blood misted the air, and a wet thud sounded as his head rolled off his shoulders and crashed down on the floor.

Eve yanked her shirt back on and then whirled towards me.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, and stabbed a hand towards the bloodbath around her. “Now White will definitely know that we were here!”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t be back for another week.”

She was silent for a second before tilting her head. “True.”

The three men whose eyes were now slashed to shreds writhed in pain on the floor while pressing their hands to their faces. Their screams ripped through the air.

Somewhere below, shouts of alarm and confusion rose in response. We would soon have company.

Coldness, and a hint of cruelty, shone in Eve’s eyes as she stared down at the bleeding men.

“You blinded them,” she stated.

“If they wanted to keep their eyes, they shouldn’t have looked at you that way.”

A vicious smile curled her lips.

Boots pounded against stone from somewhere in the distance.

Eve snapped her fingers. “Give me my sword.”

I unhooked it from my belt and handed it back to her without question.

Steel sang into the air as she slowly drew the blade. I flicked a glance towards the door. Their reinforcements would be here soon. But I knew that whatever Eve was about to do was something that sheneededto do. For herself.

She moved over to one of the men writhing on the floor. He was bald, and looked to be in his forties.

Crouching down, she grabbed his wrist and then yanked his hand away from his face. Since he couldn’t see her, he just flailed wildly with his other hand. Eve forced his wrist down on the floor and then placed her boot on his forearm to keep it there.

Flames from the hearth danced in her blade as she raised it.

Then she chopped his hand off.

A piercing scream tore from his lungs.

Twisting around blindly, he wrapped his other hand around his severed wrist. Eve grabbed that as well and then cut that hand off too.

Blood pooled on the pale floor from the stumps.

I stared at Eve as she wiped the blood from her sword and then slid it back into her sheath. Heat seared through my body. Fucking hell, she was hot when she was ruthless like this.

With a sly smile playing over her lips, Eve turned back to me and lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “He shouldn’t havetouchedwhat doesn’t belong to him either.”

Rage pulsed through me. “He touched you?”

“And now he won’t touch anything ever again.”

Shouts of alarm came from just a few rooms away now. I summoned two spears in quick succession and threw them at the other two surviving men. The spears sank deep into their hearts, killing them instantly and finally cutting off their incessant screaming. I let the bald man live, since Eve apparently wanted him alive and suffering instead.

She glanced towards the door where the sound of thundering boots drew closer. “We should go.”

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