Her dark green eyes were fixed on Benjamin with predatory focus, her body coiled and ready for his next move.
"And I genuinely liked this tunic too," Benjamin complained with a theatrical sigh, examining the tattered remains of his garment with disappointment.
The statement was delivered with such casualness that it seemed entirely disconnected from the life-or-death struggle they were engaged in.
And then, without warning, Benjamin appeared directly in front of her—not moving through the space between them, but simply manifesting there as if distance meant nothing to him.
His hand was already extended, poised to strike at her throat with devastating precision.
The movement was so sudden, so instantaneous, that even Marina's enhanced reflexes barely had time to register the attack.
