Morrighan
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Nadya bared her teeth at the Otkazat'sya, eyes flashing with rage at his touch, his pathetic attempts to pretend that this wasn't his fault.
You left me! She wanted to scream. You ran like the useless, treacherous coward that you are!
Instead, she turned her attention back to the merchling, who had only pissed her off with his venomous little mouth. He was a cockroach, a pebble in her shoe. How he had found her out, she didn't know, but she couldn't just let him live.
"You think you are so fucking smart, don't you? Congratulations! You figured out that I was one of The Darkling's pawns. I was forced to flee my country for this shithole because of him! I was a soldier, a servant of Ravka. You? You think yourself righteous because of your thirst for the blood of those you naively deem worse than you, as if it makes any difference! I will not let some pathetic little Kerch blyad destroy the life I have built for myself!"
Nadya clenched her captive arm's hand into a fist, cramping up Iceveins' muscles long enough to wrench from his hold. She drew a knife from the small sheath at her thigh and held it to Cole's throat.
"Even if you swear on your life to keep your mouth shut, what's to stop the rest of your little pawns from talking?! My life will be forfeit the moment anyone learns of my connection to The Darkling, regardless of the fact that I left Ravka. Do you have any idea how many of us are alive? We kept in touch, many of us, and one by one we've been hunted down and butchered!" Nadya hissed, the rage and grief in her voice causing her words to shake.
You left me! She wanted to scream. You ran like the useless, treacherous coward that you are!
Instead, she turned her attention back to the merchling, who had only pissed her off with his venomous little mouth. He was a cockroach, a pebble in her shoe. How he had found her out, she didn't know, but she couldn't just let him live.
"You think you are so fucking smart, don't you? Congratulations! You figured out that I was one of The Darkling's pawns. I was forced to flee my country for this shithole because of him! I was a soldier, a servant of Ravka. You? You think yourself righteous because of your thirst for the blood of those you naively deem worse than you, as if it makes any difference! I will not let some pathetic little Kerch blyad destroy the life I have built for myself!"
Nadya clenched her captive arm's hand into a fist, cramping up Iceveins' muscles long enough to wrench from his hold. She drew a knife from the small sheath at her thigh and held it to Cole's throat.
"Even if you swear on your life to keep your mouth shut, what's to stop the rest of your little pawns from talking?! My life will be forfeit the moment anyone learns of my connection to The Darkling, regardless of the fact that I left Ravka. Do you have any idea how many of us are alive? We kept in touch, many of us, and one by one we've been hunted down and butchered!" Nadya hissed, the rage and grief in her voice causing her words to shake.