The guns roared as Nikola ducked next to a short wall. He heard the bullets pound against his cover, but he had eyes only for the cruiser rising into the night—with her
on it. There was a break in the firing. He stood up, drew his weapon deftly, and began firing—
—bullets at my soldiers will really help your little revolution, darling?
" She said, her back turned to him. Her nightgown was amazing. He hated her, so much. She was beautiful, gorgeous; if there was a God, he had personally forged her with great care.
He wanted to tear it—her
—down, if only for the challenge.
She turned, and he remained motionless—apathetic
—as she made her way toward him. "But love, I know that you know it's useless. I know that you know that I will win.
Her feet made no sound as she stepped up to him and pushed his chin up, ever-so-slightly, with her index finger.
"I know that you know that we were nothing but means to an end for each other; our 'love' was sin, and I must say, your sin tastes good.
Nikola said nothing, but he wanted to grab her little neck, squeezing until she turned purple as he would lift her off the ground...
...he glared at her, though she could not see his eyes.
"You didn't really ever think you had a chance, did you honey? That my interest in you was ever more than a primal urge to own you
"Then why are you here? Still beholden to my charms, even if you know you'll never have me again?
" he began; what she heard was "you bitch." "If I really was here for that, we would have consummated our mutual hatred.
He continued. "No, I'm not here for that. I'm here to end you. Finally.
She smiled—a smile that could kill the Devil himself—
—Nikola ducked and moved forward as the first soldier aimed too high, sending a rifle round into the ceiling. He grabbed the mans neck and snapped his wrist sideways, dispatching him in an instant. Then he shoved him forward, knocking the other two in the doorway backwards as he drew his weapon.
She would not get away. Not if he had to die to stop her.