Omens of Kregen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty

The Scorpion of the Star LordsThe echoes of that shout rang and rustled and so died in the chamber.

Csitra did not move. I fancied those slit eyes of jade slid to regard me. Well, by Zim-Zair! She could hardly miss me, could she, stuck out as I was like a sore thumb before the remnants of the expedition.

What my comrades at my back were doing I didn’t know; I just hoped they’d let me get on with it. Now I had to concentrate every ounce of my willpower to confront this stupendously powerful woman. If she willed, she could whiff me and all of us away in a single casual gesture of those slender white fingers, ring bedecked. At least, I supposed so.

At last she spoke, breathily, on a gasp. “I do not think I really believed you, my love.”

Those last two words made me cringe.