Chapter 44: COWARD!
The rock is cold and hard underneath my knees as the vampire forces me down in front of General Hamilton. His sword is a short one, decorated with golden etching. It’s sharp. I tip my head back, fighting to look him in the eyes. He should have to see my face as he kills me. That should be only fair.
I won’t let this be my death on this cold and dreadful day. I won’t die on my knees in front of a man too petty to let go of old grudges when faced with a greater good. This can’t be it. I wish again that I had something that would serve as a weapon.
My hands are free. They don’t see me as a threat, why would they? I fumble in my uniform as carefully as I can. There’s no scrap of anything I can use. Nothing except…
He stares down at me with an expression of disgust. “You die, girl.”
“Not yet,” I say.