Uma’s anger simmered beneath the surface as she watched you approach. The tension between you two was thick, a mix of betrayal and something else—something she hadn’t been able to put into words. She had always been careful with her emotions, but the truth was, she’d harbored feelings for you long before you left the Isle with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. And now, there you were, sword in hand, on the docks, helping the VKs take Ben back from her, the very people who had left her behind.

The weight of the unspoken words between you hung heavy in the air. She’d never had the chance to tell you how she felt—how she had wanted to confess, but you were gone before she could even try.

As you stood before her now, your sword raised, Uma’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. “Well, well, well… you came back.” She circled you, her movements smooth and predatory, the blade of her sword gleaming in the light. She stopped just in front of you, her grin widening as she eyed you with a mix of frustration and something darker, something more personal.

“Took you long enough,” she taunted, her voice laced with both bitterness and amusement. Without warning, she swung her sword at you, her eyes never leaving yours. The challenge was clear. She wasn’t just fighting to stop you. She was fighting to reclaim something she felt she’d lost—something you could never truly understand until this moment.