"Negotiate? With you?" Serenica snarled. "I'd rather eat my own pistol."
"Be patient, now, young lady," Kinley said, wiping her hair off her face with considerable effort. She had to be hurting. "I would rather limit the bloodshed. I may give you your property back if you and your ilk leave Neul for good."
Serenica thought about all the losses they had taken to get this far. She was not willing to bend. She wanted to stay alive as well, though.
"I want everything you have stolen," she said. "And you have stolen a lot."
Kinley shook her head. "Do you think you are some sort of a heroic figure? Don't you think it would be better to be left alive?"
"Don't you want to live?" Serenica shot back at her. "You're looking much worse than when we met before. How's that hunt been going for you?"
"This can be fixed, and it will be. I'll keep my looks longer than you if you decide to rot," Kinley said, glaring murderously at the healer.
