Her heart rang loud alarm bells, and her eyes suddenly became sharp!
Her hand slid down her thigh, and the knife fell into her palm.
A cold white light traced an arc, slashing toward the opponent's chest.
The opponent dodged and grabbed her hand.
Aurelia Shaw loosened her fingers, the knife fell into the palm of her other hand, blade upward, thrusting directly at the opponent's neck.
The blade grazed past the opponent's neck, her wrist was seized, the strength so immense she couldn't move it at all.
Unable to move her hands, Aurelia lifted her knee, but the opponent pressed down on her leg.
During their struggle, they fell onto the bed.
She was pinned underneath, this unfamiliar sensation made Aurelia particularly repulsed, and she twisted the knife backward, intending to use a desperate method, when a low, familiar voice sounded in her ear:
"Planning to murder your husband?"
"Mason Nightshade?"
She hadn't recognized it was him.
