Bab 142: The price of freedom

My heart caught in my throat, but just then JJ tore the sword out of Christina and send her flying several steps away in the same movement. I let out a breath of relief and unclenched the fingers I fisted in my shirt without noticing.

Instead of following her, JJ kept standing still. A new tension appeared in the air, as if the street itself held its breath. Even Captain stopped talking and turned towards the paused fight.

"You hesitated after all, Christina. If you didn't, maybe you would've reached my heart. Left a scratch, at least. It would've incapacitated me enough that you'd have a chance to escape or even win. Why wouldn't you?"

His voice wasn't angry anymore, or sorrowful. It was just empty, and it was even worse to hear. Empty and tired, like he didn't even care for the answer to his question.