CHAPTER ELEVEN
Aramis was sprinting toward the castle, his anger overriding his good sense. He’d outdistanced Larson when the man had tried to stop him. The man meant well, but Aramis knew there was only one way to stop Adamar. He had to kill him.
The main gate was shut. Aramis pulled his helm down mid-stride, lowered his head, and ran as fast as he could. He slammed into the gate with the force of an ox, bending the metal barrier and sending it crashing open. Several guards stood nearby. As he breached the walls, they all gaped at the spectacle, unsure of what was happening.
One of them snapped out of the shock and drew his blade, then charged him. Aramis summoned his own blade and met the man head-on. Their blades clashed together loudly. The guard issued a curse. Even with his armor,
