Love, I enjoyed that

Twenty minutes ago, Cyra took Zane away and flashed to the mansion; Zane was murmuring incoherent words with a flushed face; before she could make sense of his words, he agilely slipped out of her grasp.

“Teach…teach…fight..my sword.” Cyra could only understand the last part of Zane’s slurred words.

“Love, you’re drunk, you don’t need your sword. Come let’s get you freshened up and sober.” Cyra tried to carry him gently into the house but Zane struggled and kept on asking for his sword.

Not wanting to risk injuring him by using too much strength, Cyra flashed inside and retrieved his sword, hoping that holding it would calm him.

She gave him the sword and was about to carry him inside when Zane unsheathed the sword.

“Teach…fight.” Zane’s mind was back in the desolate lands when he taught her how to fight, so he attacked after saying those words.

Cyra was unguarded and the sword tore open her chest, making a tear in between with sips of blood sliding down.