"Please..." Leonardo muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he staggered back. This time was different.
Unlike the countless scuffles he'd had in Ghent, this one left him pierced, not just cut or scratched, not being almost killed, which in a sense is still bad.
Adelaide paused, her hand raised high for another strike. This one was aimed directly at his face. The next hit would kill him.
Leonardo's mind raced, frantically searching for something—anything—he could exploit to survive. But there was nothing.
Trying to use Adelaide's mental instability against her was off the table; that came with more cons than pros. And he wasn't ready to gamble with her unstable emotions.
"Leonardo," she said with a soft, sinister tone, "would you like to say something before—"
Wham!
