–Sophia–
I really want to kill Livana. Really.
I exhaled slowly, then inhaled through my nose to steady myself. We had almost gotten ourselves killed because of that damned compass. They had it. And now, we were dragged into their temple-like lair—surrounded.
They were armed to the teeth. Men in sand-colored kurtas carried massive firearms, and some had shamshir—those curved Persian blades—resting casually in jewel-studded scabbards at their sides. They looked ceremonial, but the danger in the room was anything but.
We could escape, sure. But this—this is exactly what Livana wanted. To find their lair.
