That lunge was like nothing Nathan had ever seen, was proof positive that Wilhelmina wasn't there anymore. Not entirely.

The Wilhelmina he'd loved had wept when she'd drawn his blood. Had been terrified that she'd hurt him, that he'd fear her and turn away.

She growled and lunged, and he sidestepped, not as quickly as he could have, years ago, but quickly enough. His sword was drawn and swung all in one deft motion, blade swiftly moving for her neck.

He didn't turn to see if he'd hit his mark.

He didn't want to look.

He just sank to his knees, and pulled in another breath.