CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Was it wise to let her go?” Will asked the general.
Terve set his hands on the edge of the pedestal and a bittersweet smile slipped onto his lips as he stared at the body of his soldier. “Would you have me so defy the king’s orders that I would hold his high priestess hostage? I have disobeyed him enough now to get me thrown into the dungeons for a hundred years.”
“But all we want to do is help,” I insisted.
The general pushed off from the pedestal and turned to face us. “I am not sure anyone can help us now. The gods have ignored our pleas and our ancestor does nothing to alleviate the suffering of my man.”
Ancestor? I thought as I studied the ring of stones that surrounded us.
Will smiled at the despondent elf and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Patience, gen
