Orthenius grabbed Xander’s shoulder and shook his head. “Leave her,” he ordered.
“We can’t just leave her. She’s my sister.”
“Last I heard you were not of the same blood. Why should you care? Would you rather stay here and die with the rest of the city?” Orthenius replied.
Xander glanced toward Sasha. She was his best friend, his other half. They had been through the depths of poverty and starvation together and his decision came with the most sullen of sighs. “Damn it,” he whispered. He took a step back looking away, burdened by the crushing shame he felt.
“Let’s go, Zaros,” Orthenius ordered.
Xander’s saddened eyes focused on Sasha as they evaporated into thin air.
“I get the feeling we need to get the hell out of here, now,” Dain urged.
“I agree. Gains probably already escorted t
