The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, acrid smell of fear. Lily's voice trembled as she muttered the words, her tone a mix of disbelief and dread.
"This is what the intel reported… she's a crazy bitch who only uses red daggers as her main to kill her enemies."
Ashley's lips curled into a sly, almost predatory smile as she leaned in, her breath brushing against Lily's ear.
Her voice was a low, velvety whisper, dripping with mockery. "Is that what they said about me?"
Lily's body stiffened, her breath hitching in her throat. "?!!" She spun around, her movements sharp and panicked, but Ashley was already a step ahead.
Her hand brushed against Lily's collarbone, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down the other woman's spine.
"Oh, shit!" Lily cursed, her voice cracking as she lashed out with a desperate strike. But Ashley was faster—always faster.
