#Chapter 479: One Last Night

Nina “To the death.” Enzo and I took a step back, eyeing Mila cautiously. “To the death?” Enzo scoffed. “Mila, are you insane?” “No.” She shrugged, checking her crimson nails. “Not insane. It’s tradition.” “Enlighten us, then,” I hissed. I had absolutely no intention of battling my own husband to the death. There had to be a crack in Mila’s facade, somehow, somewhere. I was determined to find it; I had done the same with evil people before. What made Mila so different? “Let me make this perfectly clear,” Mila purred, her voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and mockery. “Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn, you two will battle fiercely to the death. No tricks, no mercy will be permitted—just a vicious brawl until one lone victor remains breathing. Do we have an understanding?” She lifted one slender brow when she was finished, regarding us like insects she planned to squash beneath the heel of her boot. I hadn’t felt this small since before we had ended the Luna’s r