Aya was bothered by Vera's threat. Was she truly just going to be stolen away like some prize? Her cheek stung where Fabine's dagger had left its mark and she felt warm blood ooze onto her cold face. It was like an unspoken warning. Yet Fabine was no longer next to her, and she was never going to let him take Destin. She sensed the Rabins needed an opening to attack and stepped over Vera's foot with as much force as she could muster.