Beatriz kept her gaze fixed on that man. At this moment, she could not stop thinking about Malcom and how he had managed to defeat him.
That did not make the slightest sense. He was strong, she knew it, but it was a Marked that a marked could fight at the level that he fought was outrageous.
With her wings out, she breathed deeply, her hands underwent a small transformation, and closing her fist, the fly could see how the sharp hawk claws came out of her knuckles.
Beatriz was not willing to accept that Malcom was stronger than her. As one of the soldiers' under the strongest Virtue, it was disgraceful to be weaker than a Marked.
She put herself on guard, watched as Aron, with a smile, took two pills out of his pocket and put them in his mouth.