Of course Nuala was still jealous of her. A hundred years could pass, worlds could end, the skies fall down and Nadir come back to life, and Nuala Nazari would
still be jealous of that blonde skank – and chances were high that sooner or later the rogue would hunt her down and murder her to death, just to be sure she was never coming back into his life. Nuala felt the poison ripple through her head, and painful thuds were echoing through her ears. She wasn’t noticing much of what was happening around her anymore, and instead rubbed off the red stains, almost looking a little helpless while she did so.
Of course her senses were still keen, and Nuala overheard the Captain mumbling something to himself in his frustration. A part of her was very much struggling to keep it together, but letting loose on all of her grief felt like a good thing for once. The Voidling wasn’t
actually mad that the Nephilim had the
nerves to date
other women (!!!) before they’d met (who am I kidding, of course she was), and she thought she could simply brush it off by looking forward to the future that awaited them. A future that would certainly last for a long time, if only they could make it through the night.
When Kazimir unleashed his wind magic Nuala slid back against the wall. Mortals were hurled across the room alongside furniture and debris, and the Captain returned to her side at once to wipe her tears and comfort her. His concern for her safety and health flattered the intoxicated Voidling, whose cheeks now blushed in a faint rosy colour, albeit having gotten awfully pale.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she gave back and flashed him a weak smile.
“I think I just have to cry this one out.” Still sobbing between her words, Nuala eventually wiped her tears and got up. Pulling out her dagger from the sheathe clinging to her hip, the thief aimed and threw the weapon at the last man who had just spoken, hitting him right in the head with its blade.
“We have to get to the basement,” she demanded while heading for the body to pick up her weapon. Nuala was still a bit wobbly on her feet, and her movements were uncharacteristically slow.
“I have to kill the gang leader, or else I won’t get the prize money,” she whispered, more as a reminder to herself.
“I was even going to share 10% with Kaz.” The thief closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. Still a bit disoriented, and her eyes and ears were beginning to hurt, but Nuala would be fine otherwise. Once the weapon was back in her possession, the Voidling (who had already forgotten about her boyfriend at this point) carefully headed down the stairwell, always making sure to hold on to the bannister while she did so.
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