Chapter 57
Tanya advanced on him while he watched her and tried to drag air back into his lungs. She lifted her maul and held it over her shoulder like a batter waiting for a pitch, the spiked side facing out.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling sweetly when Aiden’s eyes fixed on the spike. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m kind of done with you, you know?” She pulled her maul higher and farther back, preparing for one hell of a swing—
And then she had the blade of Aiden’s cutlass sticking out of her chest and her huge, startled eyes were ordinary, lovely sky-blue. Blood stained the front of her dress in a neat river between her breasts. Greg yanked the cutlass out and she fell.
He looked at Aiden. His own hazel eyes were very wide and touched with the horror of what he’d just done. The blade of Aiden’s sword was completely red.
“Thanks,” Aiden rasped.
Greg’s chest was heaving. He just shook his head.