Of the twenty carriages, only six managed to break through the chaos. Among them was the most unremarkable of all—the one carrying Turik. They managed to escape because the Zuran soldiers, mounted on horses, did their best to block the pursuing soldiers.
In the earlier struggle, Lara's mask had been torn away.
Mira's eyes widened, her voice breaking into disbelief.
"You....It is you." But almost instantly, shock gave way to calculation. A glint of cunning lit her gaze as she turned to Turik, her tone suddenly honeyed, the same tone she used to beguile Reuben when she wanted something.
"Let me go. I'll only slow you down. Take her instead! She's General Odin's daughter." Mira's trembling finger pointed toward Lara.
Lara's gaze turned frigid, her eyes locking onto Mira's like shards of ice.
"Even now, cornered as you are, you show no remorse," Lara's words cut like a blade. Mira flinched but forced her chin higher, masking her fear with bitterness.
