Chapter 13
AleksandarBoxon Hill
Marechal House - A Corridor
A sharp, insistent prodding in the ribs woke him. “Get up already,” Godwin grumbled.
“Is it dawn?” Bleary-eyed, Alek stretched and ignored the ache in his shoulder from a long night of sleeping upright. A pale gray light crept through the window at the end of the hall.
“Close enough.” Godwin tossed down the silver necklace, which bounced off Alek’s face with a sting.
Alek ignored the slight burning sensation in his fingers examined the broken links in the chain. It was too useful to toss aside and a skill smith could repair the damage. “Thank you,” he mumbled, stuffing the chain into a pocket.
Godwin handed Alek a steaming mug.
Inhaling deeply, the warm, spicy scent helped to shake off the remnants of sleep. He wanted a lo
