Blades of Retribution
"You think you own me?" Natasha breathed, a voice soft and deadly. "No. That bargain bound me to the life of my sister, not you. Once you took her life, the debt was transferred. You actually believe the gods are blind to blood crimes?"
Head Maid's golden eyes opened wide, horror piercing her calm mask. Awareness dawned, keen and merciless, a beat too late.
"Natasha—!" Leon's voice boomed through the hall.
The warning was a heartbeat too late. Power surged out like a fist of darkness, hitting the head maid in the stomach and flinging her through the corridor wall. She ripped through stone and plaster and slammed into the courtyard below; the crash rang through the estate—walls cracked, glass shrieked, and a cloud of dust engulfed the moonlight for a heartbeat.
