“I do not appreciate being used as a prop, you know.”
“I’m sorry.” Kigal dragged her hand along the rigid plate of scales of the Kur’s neck as they padded back to Ganzir. They had arrived back in Irkalla a half-hour before. Although the Kur could’ve flown her back to the palace, she had needed the walk to clear her mind. If it could be cleared. “That wasn’t my intention. I just needed to get out of there.”
It let out a huff, but she knew it had already forgiven her. In truth, she was grateful she’d asked the Kur to come along instead of simply going with Utu. Since her powers were a mere shred so far from Irkalla, she couldn’t be certain that an attack wasn’t awaiting her. It was unlikely, yes, but so was much of what had come to pass. She wasn’t foolish enough to trust them. She had mad
