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emotion could compete.
    Opening her eyes, she saw gold.
    It worked! But having tapped into the powers, Maura tried to gain control. She gripped her head, shaking it from side to side.
    No, no, no, Maura, go away!
    Why would I go away? You need me, Lexia. I’ll kill Belemy. You’ll be too concerned about everyone else to complete the job.
    The statement gave Lexia the willpower to keep control of her mind. Maura would only care about killing Belemy, about showing everyone that no one crossed her. She’d not care if anyone else died but Lexia did.
                 
    Embracing the pain, Lexia pushed through the mess doors so hard they hit the walls with a crash. The sound vibrated around her as she strode to the center of the room.
    “You called?”
    “M-Maura,” Belemy stammered, his eyes going wide. It confirmed he expected her to be dead.
    “What’s wrong? Wasn’t expecting me to make it after you had me poisoned?”
    Whispering erupted around them. “Silence!” Belemy shouted.
    “Come on, now, Bel. They deserve the truth, do they not? Or did you plan to take my people by insinuating I didn’t care? I can see how I, being here, clearly not dead, could ruin your carefully laid plans.” Lexia smiled as she spoke, her words filled with arrogance.
    “I- I don’t know what you are talking about. It’s all lies!” he shouted to his people as they whispered once again. Flustered, Belemy fidgeted, while his hands balled into fists, anger and frustration lacing his features.
    “Really? Well, okay then. You called for me. I’m here. Shall we get this over with?” she asked, sounding bored.
    Belemy jumped down from the table he’d been standing on and strode forward, drawing his gun. “I see you’re injured. Losing a lot of blood there, Maura. Sure you’re up to fighting?” he spat.
    Fighting broke out around them, but Lexia had just one target.
    “I can still kill you!” She smiled, forcing her face to remain a cool mask.
    He fired. Lexia dropped and rolled. Leaping to her feet, she spun and kicked around, knocking the gun from his hand. Swearing, Belemy drew his sword circling Lexia.
    “What are you waiting for, Bel?” Lexia taunted. Her hand reached up, gripping the hilt of her sword strapped across her back.
    He rushed her, raising his sword. Lexia twisted out of his path and brought her blade down across his back; he yelled, stumbling forward.
    “You’ll pay for that, bitch!” he bellowed, coming at her again.
    Blocking his sword, her feet light and agile, she could have been dancing as she moved her sword with ease. Deflecting hit after hit, Lexia was starting to enjoy herself until someone knocked her from behind. Stumbling, she missed the edge of his blade by millimeters.
    Regaining her footing, she turned but was unable to avoid his fist. Hitting her face, she lashed out blindly catching Belemy’s arm. Belemy didn’t falter and his foot connected with her side.
    Hissing, the pain cut through her anger, stealing her strength. Belemy knocked her sword away as they tumbled to the floor. Rolling, Lexia managed to hold Belemy in a lock, slamming his hand to the floor until he’d released the grip on his sword. His knees came up, pushing her forward and she lost her hold on him. Elbow to her side, connecting with the injury she already had, Lexia gasped. Losing her balance, she was pushed down, his arm wrapping around her throat.
    “Lexia!” She heard someone cry as Belemy started to choke her.
    Her strength faded as her lungs screamed for oxygen. Black spots appeared in her vision and she went slack in his arms. Lexia yearned for the peace death would bring.
    Unconsciousness called.
    Belemy whispered in her ear, “Are you not going to beg like your pathetic father did?”
    Dad.
    She flipped Belemy under her, her hands wrapped tightly around his throat.
    “You bastard!” she yelled, gripping tighter.
    Belemy struggled. He punched her repeatedly in the side. The pain washed away her