Bellatrix Sinclair
Her ferocious eyes bore into mine; delicate features sharpened with murderous intent. “I’m not going to repeat myself, let him go.” She demanded, the strident tone in her voice showcasing her rage.
“Nova.” Judah called softly, her name slipping like first descent of cherry blossoms in spring. “Don’t.”
Nova’s jaw clenched, eyes blazing. “She will kill you; I saw her. She’s a ruthless killer; she is his second-in-command.” She spat the words like poison, pulsing her finger on the trigger. “You make one move to him, I’ll kill you.”