"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees"
A ruthless man is nothing but a man
A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be.
What happens if the rebellion didn't...
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Before the plan could even take shape, a deafening bang split the air, followed by screams that shattered the once calm atmosphere. Xaden and I exchanged a brief but knowing glance—no words necessary—before I quickly drew the daggers strapped to my thigh, tossing one to him with practiced ease.
With a sharp nod of acknowledgment, we moved as one. The bathroom door swung open, revealing a scene straight out of a nightmare. The floor was littered with bodies, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of impending violence.
"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath, my pulse hammering in my ears as I surveyed the carnage. Kai, his movements smooth and almost effortless, fought off two assailants with lethal precision. Every strike was measured, calculated—a reminder of the danger he posed, and the fine line between ally and enemy.
"Stay close," Xaden's voice cut through the chaos, low and commanding. His tone left no room for argument as he began to lead the way through the maelstrom, his movements swift and purposeful, like a predator navigating his territory.
I fell into step beside him, my senses on high alert as we pushed forward through the madness. Every instinct screamed to stay sharp, to dodge and evade as bodies fell around us, the clash of steel and grunts of exertion filling the air like an overwhelming symphony of violence.
As we drew closer to Kai, a mix of apprehension and reluctant admiration surged through me. Despite the chaos, there was something mesmerizing about watching him fight—his movements were precise, effortless, and deadly. He was a force, a reminder of the kind of world we were caught in, where skill could mean the difference between life and death.
But what happened next threw me completely off guard. Xaden, with no hesitation, surged forward, his movements just as swift and calculated as Kai's. Without a word, they fell into step together, fighting side by side, each strike synchronized with the other's. The seamless coordination between them was uncanny, almost too perfect.
My mind spun as I tried to process what I was seeing. They fought like allies—like they had done this before. The realization hit me with a jolt: Their fighting styles were identical. The same fluidity, the same brutal efficiency. It was as if they were... trained together.
The confusion and the knot of suspicion in my chest tightened, but there was no time to unravel it. All I could do was keep moving, my senses screaming that something deeper was unfolding between them—something I couldn't yet grasp.
Before I could even begin to process what was happening, Xaden grabbed Kai and slammed him hard against the nearest corner. His expression was a mask of anger, his jaw clenched tight as if trying to contain a storm. "What the hell is happening right now?" Xaden growled, his voice low but laced with fury. "Is this a trap, Kai? Because I swear to the gods, if you're playing me—"
Kai, despite being shoved roughly against the wall, barely seemed rattled. His gaze locked onto Xaden with a mixture of defiance and dark amusement. He straightened, pushing Xaden's grip off him with casual ease, his tone dripping with cold sarcasm. "You need to back off, Xaden," he said, his voice steady. "They're here to kill her."
