Chapter Thirty-Nine“My Lady? My Lady!”
Elzaria felt a rough hand shaking her shoulder, which sent another arc of pain through her body. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned her head to glare at the armored man standing over her. His face bore a short, ugly beard and a scar above his left eyebrow. Two merychs stood nearby.
“Do not touch me, Nilrem,” she seethed, slapping his hand away. Clearing the cobwebs from her head, she lifted herself to a sitting position. Far to the west, the last rays of the sun provided enough light to survey the scene before her.
Kelia lay on her side several paces away, her eyes closed and her arm twisted awkwardly beneath her. Elzaria wondered if she'd killed the woman, but the slight movement of Kelia's chest indicated that she still breathed. The Ixtrayu a
