39 Not so beautiful.

She shouldn't have opened her eyes when she kicked him. If she didn't, she probably wouldn't have felt this way. Raziah just stood there, transfixed in her spot as the man dropped dead. There was arousing terror in her eyes, and her blood was boiling but not with rage. Her injuries weren't bothering her at the moment, not even the last one that had gone deep through her skin.

He's dead. The man before her...was dead, and she was responsible for it.

Caius's small groaning voice pulled her back from her mental state, and she realized she was still holding onto him by the side. Plus, he got injured too when the man grazed him. It didn't look too bad, and the bleeding was probably gonna stop soon but that doesn't mean he wasn't in pain. Taking him back into the cocoon of her arms, she picked up her sword and headed back in the direction of the waterfall.