Lyla
"You can't face him alone…"
"I'm not alone," I replied, feeling Nymeris's presence burning bright within me. I wasn't sure if she was really back or if this was something else entirely, but her strength flowed through me.
"Lyla, please," he rose to his feet, handing over a bleeding, unconscious Lenny to Caius, who flipped him over his shoulders and ran toward our camp. "Don't do this out of stubbornness or pride. I cannot lose you, too."
He reached out for my hand, but I took a step backwards. "Enough of your unbelief, Ramsey. This is my job. Besides, between you and me, you need more help than I do. I'll be fine."
"Lyla!" he cried out again.
I signalled to Killian, who was standing behind him, and, in a flurry, he struck Ramsey with the side of his palm on the back of his neck, making him go unconscious immediately. Coupled with how exhausted he must be, it wasn't difficult.
