Soldiers yelled from atop the wall as they leaned buckets over to pour boiling pitch from the heavens.
Davi jumped back to avoid the bubbling tar.
“Where’s my sister?” Trystan yelled as he sliced through a man who was obviously drained of his magic.
Davi shook his head. He’d tried to keep Rissa in his sight, but she’d stuck with Ramsey and Lorelai as they tried to keep some sort of shield in place.
Worry gnawed at him. The shield had fallen quickly, and he didn’t want to think about what that could mean.
Rion sprinted toward them, deep red blood spattered across his face. “Your Majesty. We’re taking heavy losses. We can’t keep this up. Our soldiers are no match.”
Trystan drew himself up. “They have to, Rion. There is no other choice. We cannot retreat.”
Lonara’s gaze scanned the hea
