Kaelyn stood. She guessed the sneer and the overdramatic drawing of his weapon was supposed to scare her. Foolish man. She’d just realized she could never have the man she loved. There wasn’t much else to live for at the moment.
“I’ve had a really long day.” She dropped her hand to the hilt of her sword.
The man snorted. “Don’t worry, it’s going to come to an end soon.”
“Listen. Just turn around and leave camp and I won’t say anything.”
“You won’t be in any condition to talk to anyone if I stay.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that.”
With a grunt, he lunged at her. She sidestepped his attack, drew her blade, and sliced the muscles in his sword arm. He yelped, dropped his weapon, and hugged his arm to his chest.
“You stupid bitch.”
“I’m not sure you’re in a position to call me names.” She whipped her sword around, aiming to injure a leg and slow him down.
He staggered out of the way and drew his dagger. She swung again, keeping him off balance. He stumbled back, tripping through the flap into the square.