I dragged the poisoned sword across the battlefield. Bodies lie everywhere, blood-soaked. No one had survived. Except for me and my boyfriend. Behind me, I felt a stab, a jab that would take any weak man down immediately. I looked at my former lover. The power in his eyes, greed shone like a star. I stabbed him in the stomach. If he wasn't going to love me, he wasn't going to love _anyone_. She would make sure of that.