Chapter 42 The Last Stand
- The docks were a warzone. **Gunfire cracked through the air, the scent of burning oil thick around them.** Serria stood in the middle of it all, her pulse steady as she stared down Valvatore.
- “You always were a disappointment,” he sneered, raising his gun. “A little girl trying to play in a world built for kings.”
- Serria smirked. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.”