There's a Fight

Selena stumbled onto her side, thudding on her shoulder and hip with no hands to break her fall due to them being shackled behind her back. With the hood over her head, she couldn’t see a thing, couldn’t hear much either.

The stone floor was cold on her body. She tried to stand, but it was hard with her hands shackled. There was a grunt, followed by a hiss from up ahead, sounded like Giuliette.

Selena felt herself being dragged along the ground for a moment by her leash.

“Hand it over,” Giuliette said. “The tiara, for Selena.”

“Don’t do it!” Selena cried out, muffled by the leather hood. It had to be Varga who’d ambushed Giuliette. “Don’t let her have it.”

“I can’t leave you, Selena,” Varga said.

“You must. The tiara is more important than me.”

Giuliette growled. Then nothing happened for a while, and Selena could only focus on the bitterly cold air that prickled the skin of her naked body.

“I’ll give you an alternative,” Giuliette said. “Hand it over, and I won’t kill you.”

There was a crackle of thunder. She must have attacked Varga with magic. There was more thunder, and fire too. Selena couldn’t see a thing, but felt the heat, cold and the shocks of Giuliette’s magic as the fighting raged.

Then there was a scream. A scream that was ear shattering, even though the hood. It sounded like Giuliette fell to her knees beside Selena.

“No!” Giuliette screamed again. “You’ll pay for this. Selena will too.”