She barely realized when Kaan stopped moving.
One second she was swinging over his shoulder, dazed from the noise and the heat and the screaming. Next, her heels were on the marble again. Her legs trembled beneath her, the blood in her body not quite catching up to the fact that she was no longer suffocating inside the chaos.
They were back at the sidelines, right where Kaan had stood before everything fractured. And ahead, where her eyes cut to the great door again … the male was gazing at something…someone. Saeris followed the angle of the stranger’s gaze, tracing it through the ruined court.
It stopped on Maedor.
The old king hadn’t moved an inch, not even when the head hit the floor, flanked by warriors whose hands had not once left their weapons
