Chapter 1663 Begging for Mercy

• Eleanor raised an eyebrow, finding the situation somewhat amusing, but amusement quickly turned to rage. She felt an all-consuming fury.
• "Run, then. Why don't you run now if you're so adept at it?" Eleanor advanced slowly toward Eviette, her smile taking on a sinister edge.
• Eviette fumbled behind her, then abruptly yanked the dagger embedded in her lower back, wincing with each painful movement and growing even paler.