Chapter Thirty-EightMaeve hoped, the moment she opened the container and put out her telepathic call for help, that Kalik's men would be enthralled by the spectacle playing out before them: the battle of wills between herself and Kalik, the revealing of the Stone, and Rahne's sudden, inexplicable torment. Every single man loyal to Kalik had turned his back to the pitch-black of the wadi.
By the time the soldiers heard the rapid pad of paws upon dirt, it was too late.
A trio of huge, sleek shapes sprang from the darkness, bearing three men to the ground under their immense weight. Not one of them had time to cry out before the lyraxes' massive jaws clamped down on their necks.
The remaining soldiers, including Kalik, turned away from Maeve, drawing their swords in unison to face this lat
