In the tent of rats, Sir Douglas untied Sienna from the stretcher and pulled her to her feet. “Don’t fight me now,” he whispered. “Leave Elf to her magic before she turns it on you.”
Sienna nodded her agreement but he did not let her wrist go as they walked to the door, his bony fingers tight and cold against her skin. With every step, Sienna expected the sudden wrench of magic draining her life energy but it never came and when they stepped out into the night air, she found herself almost breathless with relief.
Then the sound of squealing rats and crying children surrounded her, the shouts of people trying to fight the creatures and the screams of those bitten and infected.
“How can you do this?” Sienna whispered. “These people came to you for help.”
Sir Douglas dragged her up the hi
