Chapter 113

• The rogues charged in a guttural roar, a wave of steel and hatred crashing toward the woman who had just killed their leader.
• Meanwhile, she didn't flinch.
• As the first man reached her, swinging a heavy rusted cleaver, Morvienne stepped inside his guard, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it until the bone snapped with a wet pop, then she slammed her palm into his chin, the force shattering his jaw and sending him crashing to the ground.