Chapter 50 Jessamine's Pov

• An icy wave of fear crashes over me, and I scramble back, despair freezing me at the edge of the field. It’s too big, too fast, and murderous. What do I have to fight against that? Them? My tiny daggers? Oh, Goddess. I had gambled on the assumption that they would be too preoccupied watching their backs to attack me.
• This held true for only one minute before Moira tore out a substantial chunk of Cassandra’s neck, rendering her unconscious in mere seconds. The crowd went mad and wild, clamoring for more with repulsive bloodlust.
• I couldn’t even tell if Cassandra was dead or alive. She didn’t twitch, not once, as the men took her from the field. Ava didn’t miss a heartbeat after that; she fled from the scene with such frightening speed, I’d felt tempted to follow her.