Bloodfyre wasn’t alone either. A team of Chimera’s white-clad shock troopers was gathered behind her. Fortunately for Sam and Thunder, these eight soldiers had their hands full with metal containers similar to the one Sam had knocked over.
“Bloodfyre,” Thunder hissed as she stood up and faced the villainess who’d nearly killed her cousin a year ago. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
Bloodfyre’s crimson-eyed gaze drifted lazily in Thunder’s direction.
“If it isn’t Superion’s little helper…” Bloodfyre flashed her the same fanged smile she’d given Sam. “I hear you’ve recovered. Such a rare feat to survive death’s tightening embrace.”
She gave Sam a knowing stare that was proof for him that this villainess was in league with the likes of Medea.
“The power to heal even the Blight is a mighty gift.” Bloodfyre smacked her tongue against her lips. “I wonder, how will your blood taste, Herculean?”