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gave him an odd look. Her eyes started to widen with realization. Her voice shook. “Who are you?”
     
    He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her from the chair.
     
    Koa panicked. This was not a good idea , she thought as she reached for his hands.
     
    “You’re right. It wasn’t.” He threw her across the room and straight through the wall. Koa cried out as she fell through the wall in a pile of crumbled stone. She squeezed her eyes shut. She saw lights behind her eyes. The pain was sharp and unwavering.
     
    “Call me Bund,” he said and Koa felt her face drain of color.
     
    Bund. Her father’s killer, stood only a few feet away.
     
     
     
    Koa started to count to herself. It was something she had done since she was a child. It sometimes calmed her when she was really afraid.
     
    One.
     
    She was terrified. She lay in a pile of rubble. Her heart raced too quickly for her to control her adrenaline.
     
    Two.
     
    Koa was outnumbered by Netherworld vampires that were ten times stronger than her.
     
    Three.
     
    She could barely move. Her head hurt from crashing into the stone wall.
     
    Four.
     
    Koa looked over at Bund who simply waited.
     
    “Get up, you sneaky, stupid , bitch. I’ve been waitin for this.”
     
    Five.
     
    Koa looked at that smirk on his white face and narrowed her eyes. “I won’t kill ya. Naw, I’ll slice ya up real nice, and present ya on a platter to King Greggan. How’s that? And then, I’ll roast that mother of yours right nicely.”
     
    Six.
     
    A spark ignited in her head at the mention of her mother. Rage boiled within her. He had killed her father and now her mother was in his sights. She would harness that fear. She would fight like a madwoman. Her rage filled every vein within her body, making her feel hot and sensitive to everything around her.
     
    Seven.
     
    Koa felt the power of her Lyrinian sword explode through her veins and let the rage loose.
     

Chapter 9
    H er pulse beat loudly in her ears. Koa shot into the air. Her body moved too quickly for their eyes to even follow and grabbed her sword. She flew straight for Bund. He seemed interested in what she was doing but not afraid.
     
    Koa clenched her jaw. The hurt inside overwhelmed her. She missed her father.
     
    Bund smiled at her. He knew what she was thinking.
     
    Koa hated his hollow, pale, face. She hated everything about him. She wanted to gouge his eyes out with her nails and smash the rest of his face in with her boot.
     
    Read this you asshole , she thought…just for him. She ran the blade along spilled blood and it burned red with hunger. The Lyrinian blade started to glow.
     
    Bund smirked. He nodded. “Nice weapon. I’ll give ya that.”
     
    The other vamps were up and ready for a fight. More than a dozen leisurely reached for weapons. Guns, crossbows, Netherworld weapons she’d never seen. Koa wouldn’t wait until they grabbed them. She swept through the room like a cyclone of rage. Her sword glowed red hot and screamed for more blood. It was an extension of her. Her actions were no longer her own. The blade used her in order to quench its thirst.
     
    Koa didn’t mind. She needed the Lyrinian swords collection of skills to make it through this night. Her body ducked and dodged oncoming attacks. Her legs kicked through bodies, slamming organs to the floor. Her free arm grabbed loose hair and smashed heads to the tiled wall. The sword…it slashed with red hot, lightning, speed.
     
    Bund took a step back.
     
    The lights in the room went out and Koa paused. She hovered in the air for just a moment, to get her bearings and let her eyes adjust. She couldn’t see as well as them, but the Lyrinian sword worked like a heat missile. It would find its target no matter what.
     
    She dove back in and closed her eyes. Like a blade dance, she swirled in and out of the crowd, listening to only cries of pain and angry shouts. She heard bullets. It didn’t matter, the sword deflected it all.