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Nyles heaved and retched again. "You bastard!" she said in a hoarse voice but vomited again. More pink froth came out of her mouth when she wiped her sleeve over her lips. Her breath was ragged. Shifting her gaze to Anastasia she croaked, "Someone— someone stop her!"
Anastasia turned to look at her. Nyles was hobbling towards her with her hand on her chest. For the first time, Anastasia understood as to why she couldn't fly and the knowledge filled her with more rage. Her eyes started blazing.
Her gaze went to Ileus. He was on his knees as Ráild had attacked him with full force. Kaizan was right behind him.
"At your back!" Anastasia shouted and Ileus immediately slid on the floor to where Kaizan was.