The familiar tang of her own blood made her nearly feral with her own brand of rage. It had been so long since she felt this kind of pain - and she couldn't even fight back against it. Not if she wanted to keep Jeritza and the majority of the city safe.

Can't even talk. What bullshit.

Blood pooled in her mouth as her wounded tongue retracted, drooled down her chin and splattered on her chest. Nina glared at him with an unbridled hatred, almost impressed by how easily she could discern between him and Jeritza now. Amazing how his very existence could make him look so wretched.