"Do you expect me to keel over and give in just because you and your sister want me defeated? That's not how the world works, Lilith. Of course I fought back against a gang of hateful women much more powerful than myself using any means necessary."
"Don't you dare lecture me!"
The spellblade flared and Lilith's mana spiked hard enough to crack the ground beneath her boots.
Quinlan held her gaze without saying anything more.
He was done talking.
Alexios held his blade in front of the seething woman.
"Lilith." His voice was low and steady. "I know. I understand your pain. But you must not let emotions cloud your skills."
She exhaled. The white fire dimmed, but her grip on the spellblade didn't loosen.
Then the Dawn Breaker spoke up. She'd been staring at the three Undead Lords since her arrival. Blood ran from her hairline and the divine radiance flickering across her cracked golden armor pulsed brighter every time her gaze swept across their frames.
