Chapter 28
Dorset—England, 1348
Madeline pulled on Arik’s elbow to stop him from heading around the corner to confront the officer who had just received a bribe to allow the French ships into Dorset. He was tall and strong, and he slid out of her grip twice. He was so angry she could feel the rage ebbing out from him in waves. This was so much like Ciaran’s rage—primal and uncontrollable. But Ciaran had a way of redirecting the energy of his rage into his mind blades. The blades directed by his mind could dig up a hillside and kill hundreds. Arik didn’t seem to be able to control his anger.
“I have to kill him. I have to stop this! I can stop the Black Death,” Arik growled, pacing back and forth.
Madeline shook her head. “You’re talking about two different things. Yes, you can kill thi
