Chapitre 19: Chapter 19: A Desperate Dance with Fate
Tammy stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the truth bore down upon her, and she realized the gravity of her predicament. Every step she had taken, every revelation she had unearthed, had led her to this moment. Her own life hung in the balance as she faced Lord Harrington, the orchestrator of Avondale's downfall.
In the dimly lit study of Harrington Manor, the air thickened with tension. Tammy's eyes locked with Lord Harrington's, his gaze full of malice and smug satisfaction. Around them, the room seemed to pulsate with a sinister energy, as if the very walls whispered their secrets.
Lord Harrington took a step closer, his voice laced with venom. "You thought you could bring me down, Tammy. But you underestimated the power I hold in my grasp." He gestured towards the ledger she had uncovered, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You think that knowledge is power? Oh, my dear, you have so much to learn."
Tammy's mind raced, searching for an escape route, a way to turn the tables on her adversary. But the room seemed to constrict around her, suffocating her with its oppressive presence. She knew she had to tread carefully, for one wrong move could seal her fate.
With a forced calmness, Tammy mustered her resolve. "Harrington, the truth will prevail. Avondale deserves to know the extent of your corruption."
Lord Harrington chuckled darkly. "Oh, my dear, the truth is malleable. It bends to the will of those who control it. And I hold the strings, pulling them as I please."
As his words hung in the air, Tammy's eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could aid her in this perilous situation. Her gaze landed on a painting, its frame ornate and gilded. In a surge of instinct, she seized the heavy artwork, wielding it as both shield and potential weapon.
Lord Harrington's eyes narrowed, his amusement giving way to a flicker of concern. "You're more resourceful than I anticipated, Tammy. But it won't be enough to save you."
Tammy knew time was running out. With a surge of adrenaline, she lunged towards Lord Harrington, wielding the painting as a makeshift weapon. The room erupted into chaos as the two figures engaged in a desperate struggle. Furniture crashed, sending splinters of wood flying through the air. The echoes of their fight reverberated through the manor, the very foundations trembling under the weight of their clash.
Tammy fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, her determination fueling her blows. Lord Harrington, however, proved to be a formidable adversary, his calculated moves and years of manipulation giving him an edge. Blow after blow rained down upon Tammy, testing her resilience.
As pain seared through her body, Tammy's mind raced for a solution. With a surge of inspiration, she utilized her surroundings to gain an advantage. She sidestepped a vicious strike, causing Lord Harrington to stumble and crash into a nearby bookshelf. The impact sent a cascade of tomes tumbling down, their weight and momentum crashing onto Lord Harrington, momentarily stunning him.
Seizing the opportunity, Tammy leaped forward, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of a concealed dagger she had kept hidden. With a swift and determined motion, she thrust the blade towards Lord Harrington's chest. But in the last fraction of a second, he twisted, causing the blade to graze his arm instead.
Lord Harrington roared in pain and fury, his face contorted with rage. "You'll pay for this, Tammy! I'll make sure of it!"
Ignoring his threats, Tammy swiftly retreated from the room, leaving Lord Harrington writhing in pain amidst the wreckage. Her body trembled with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration as she made her way towards the manor's exit, her heart filled with a glimmer of hope.
Outside, the moon bathed Avondale in a pale glow, casting long shadows on the city's streets. Tammy knew her battle was far from over, and the price she had paid for this partial victory would only spur her on further. The truth had been set in motion, and Avondale's fate still hung in the balance.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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