Draziel's POV
She swung the sword high, lunging for me again. Just like always, she was trying to catch me unaware. I watched her closely as I prepared to duck her strike. She was rather unusual for a human. She should have given up by now, not coming at me with every strength in her little body.
It doesn't matter, anyway. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning to myself. Soon she would break after I let her glimpse a little more of the pain she would encounter when sword fighting. Humans can't handle pain. Then she would drop the stupid idea that Zarek had implanted in her head.
Abruptly, she stopped, her bare feet clapped against the cold stone tiles, sword hung in the air. The glow lifted off her again—the ethereal greenish glow of her soul lifting slowly from her body.
Fine tremors shot violently through my veins at the sight, gripping the whole of me. It was happening again. "Lyra!" I screamed so loud, I felt my lungs vibrate inside of me.
