'What's going on?' Shara questioned.
Had Jema not died? How could she still be fighting?
Her body seemed a wreck with sword marks in different regions, blood crusted on her skin, with a horrible blue and black bruise around her neck from when she was choked. Her third eye on her forehead was blood-red now, much more than the other two of her regular eyes.
And yet, the woman hadn't died.
Many thoughts went through Shara's mind.
Had the prince let her live? Were they working together? Did she fake her death? Why did she still have her whip? How could the prince not have known she was dead when he just lectured her about absorbing the energy from the dead Reapers?
The only thing Shara could trust for certain was that the prince had to have known this was going to happen, so he should have prepared for this.
