Chapter Twenty-Seven
Meikah tried not to yawn. Magan better not take too long. Her earlier nap wouldn’t get her through to daybreak.
Rafe drew his daggers, flames rushing across the blades. “She comes. I can smell the rot already.”
Meikah drew her sword and dagger, wishing she could call the magic to her weapons as easily. But it wasn’t there. All she felt was fear. An army of zombies? They were about to die. This time having Rafe with them wouldn’t make a difference. Not against an army.
Mace and Danton came further into the room, Mace drawing daggers. The group arranged themselves in the middle of the room, back to back so they faced all entrances.
Meikah was surprised to see Kellan also carried a sword and dagger. The dark blue blades shimmered in the bewitched flames, the light ab
