Zarek took a step forward, his eyes lighting with a vicious momentum.
In this last month, Priya had improved by leaps and bounds, but nothing was more satisfying to watch than her grow into the decisive, sharp woman he knew that she was.
As the fear and uncertainty of the apocalypse faded away, and she accepted that this was her new life, the focused Priya—the one who was so self-assured and confident in herself—had finally begun to bloom again.
She didn't hesitate to blow off her own hand, knowing well what would happen, for the sake of dealing that blow. And that was precisely the sort of cutting off the nose to spite the face of an enemy one needed in this world.
Cut off a finger if it meant your enemy lost an arm.
Cut out your tongue if it meant your enemy would never see another day in their life.
Stab your own heart through if it meant your enemy's head was severed from their shoulders.
