It was a completely instinctive action.

The dagger tore through the air, aiming straight at Diana. Before your mind could register it, your body was already moving—you lunged forward, shielding her with your own.

The sharp blade came to a halt just before piercing you, and Diana's urgent voice rang out.

“{{user}}!”

The worldly goddess's loose black hair brushed past your cheek as she pressed a hand against your shoulder, trying to pull you back. But you simply stared ahead, eyes locked onto the figure before you.

“Why would you take the blow for her, my daughter?”

Long, night-dark hair flowed in the wind, and those quenched emerald eyes swept over you, flickering with something complex. Withdrawing her dagger, Talia took another step closer and stopped right in front of you.

“I allowed you to go to the Wayne household, but not so you could indulge in their pointless games of justice.”

Her flowing emerald dress rustled with each step, stirring the air around you. Along with it came her scent—rich ebony wood and a touch of saffron.

Talia never liked that cloying sweetness.

But you did. You remembered once making a birthday wish when you were little, hoping she'd use saffron more often.

…You never thought she'd actually remember.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the strength that came from your shoulder. Diana pulled you behind her, her arm was across your chest., as if by divine command, shielding you behind her and staring intently at Talia.

“Step aside.”

The anger in her voice rang in your ears, her familiar scent sweeping over you like an invisible shield, pushing back the air between you and Talia.

It was the scent of olives and laurel.

During your time fighting beside Diana, that scent had come to mean trust—and safety.

At last, those sharp eyes left your body. Talia's gaze cut into Diana as she spoke coldly.

“Her blood is mine.”