mes

Malara pressed the tip of Heartbiter's blade into the palm of her hand as the car approached their destination. She let her blood flow down the blade, angry that her earlier engagement with the angels hadn't turned to bloodshed. She had had to stand there while they insulted her multiple times...

Thaniturge's ship, the flagship of Malara's impromptu fleet, descended into the atmosphere of Mes. Her last trip to the planet had been pleasant. Casual. Boring. This one had been the complete opposite. She and her confidants, her generals in this matter, had spent the trip planning. Figuring...