Chapter 20
A rough hand prodded Rissa forward but she couldn’t feel it. Her feet stumbled and moved of their own accord as the world around her blurred.
Noises faded to the background until the only sound in her ears was her own breath, rasping through her lungs.
“Don’t touch her,” someone screamed as strong fingers closed around her arms.
“Trystan,” another voice called. “Don’t fight them. Not yet.”
Alixa. Trystan.
Rissa shook her head.
Davi.
He’d been there right in front of her. Close enough to touch. No. Impossible. Davi was dead.
Soldiers formed up around them, an imposing force. Their booted steps echoed off the cold stone and Rissa shivered.
Whoever that man had been, it couldn’t be Dav. He’d looked at her without recognition in his eyes. Calis was playing some cruel joke
