Chapter Thirty-Five
Brianne
At Talon’s words, anger had Brianne in the prisoner’s face, her dagger at his throat, her bow on the ground where she’d stood. “Where are they? What have you done to Zinervie?”
“You’ll never save her.”
Not the words she wanted to hear. “Tell me or you’ll never have the chance to speak again.”
“You won’t get away with this. New Prilonia will send more troops when none of our regular messages come through.”
“When’s the next one due?” Talon asked.
“We need to get him back for questioning,” the soldier said.
“Where is Zinervie,” Brianne demanded.
The prisoner’s expression of fear changed to one of smugness. “Their wings are removed as soon as they’re taken to New Prilonia. One out of every ten don’t make it.”
His words made her anger explode. She drew her
