Devon smirked as he stared at the blade in his heart, about to walk away. But the woman stopped him. "Wait, at least tell me why you hate my people?"

"Your people killed my people. Shouldn't I have any reason to hate them?" he replied.

"Let's make a deal," she said.

"You should know better than to make a deal with me," he replied.

"I am yours forever if you promise to let them go," she said.

Dora stood there and watched the story unfold. Her eyes widened in realization. "Why did her voice sound like mine? Her hair is also blue. Is this the woman Devon loved?"

His eyes...