The Mantis, the Cicada, and the Hidden Oriole
Killing Evan was Julian D'Aurelius's request.
And Lucas was her mortal enemy.
Since he showed up here today, she had to make sure he stayed!
Yana Tyson's orange eyes burned with killing intent as she sat against the broken wooden pillar beside the arena.
Blood still trickled faintly from the corner of her lips.
Although Amara Ravenswood had temporarily stabilized her injuries with acupuncture needles, every breath still caused a dull ache inside her chest.
Yet compared to the hatred boiling inside her heart—
The pain was nothing.
Her gaze remained locked firmly onto Lucas.
Meanwhile, the entire martial arts hall had already descended into complete chaos.
Broken tables lay overturned everywhere.
The floor of the arena had long since shattered under the terrifying shockwaves from the battle.
Dust drifted slowly through the air beneath the hanging lanterns overhead.
