How had she even found them?
It must have been when she had tortured Akeem, she must have put something on him to make it easy for her to find him. Maybe an herb or one of those many spells she used to play around with.
“Should we?” She arched her eyebrow at her as she twirled her hair between her claws.
Delice's eyes darted between the place she could hear the guards coming from, to the one in front of her. She looked away for a second yet again and that was it.
That second had been enough for another destruction.
The next time she looked back at Laura, she had Akeem’s head in her hand, snapped off his neck, and his heart in another. His body was limp on the ground, his eyes wide and white.
Those dead eyes.
Delice staggered back, her lips trembling as pain coursed through her veins at the sudden loss. Her lips moved to speak his name but her voice betrayed her.