I fell to my knees and gasped for air.
"Vargr…"
Sweat slid down to the tip of my nose and then fell onto the floor to mingle with the blood I'd spat out earlier.
"I nearly…"
My vision had gotten so blurry that I knew I was in danger of blacking out.
"…hit you."
I let out a deep sigh, and then I dropped to the floor in a state of half-death.
"Fuck."
"Language," Divah chided.
I flipped over so that I could look up at the pale-skinned woman with twin horns protruding out the sides of her blonde head to curve toward her back like a crown.
"I nearly…got you…this time, master," I managed to say between gasps of air.
"All you nearly 'got' was another ticket to an early grave, kiddo," Divah replied in a nonchalant tone.
I could see the frown lines showing on my master's face.
