Nakir gritted his teeth and he had to make a decision. He had to confront Nia and give him a piece of his mind or he had to go after Gadrial and make her understand what type of woman Nia was.
"Nakir!" Nia's voice came again, "Is that not good news?"
Nakir sucked in a sigh, he couldn't deal with her drama at this moment. He didn't even believe a word that was coming from her lips.
His eyes were fixed in where Gadrial disappeared to, he made his decision and he made a run after her.
He will find the strength tomorrow and deal with Nia then and make her understand that she was ruining the plan on saving Hell.
"Gabby?" he whispered her name in the darkness.
Gadrial kept running, she wiped at her tears in frustration, 'Why am I crying like this?'
Her wings were dragging behind her, she didn't have the strength to keep them upwards. She was tired of being lied to, she was tired of being the pawn in someone's game.
