Elene gritted her teeth, parrying attack after attack and wondering when her luck would run out. The corridor was so full of bodies dressed in Imperial Guard uniforms that she could no longer tell friend from foe. Anyone who got too close or raised their blade in her direction got the same treatment—death.
The fact that her left hand was still hurt and she couldn’t move more than a step away from the Emperor really cut down her attacking options, but between Vyn, Gerrin, and the menacing-looking guards that usually guarded the Emperor’s door, nobody had managed to get even close to His Majesty.
“Elene!” Gerrin shouted in warning, and she reacted on instinct, twisting to the side so she could avoid the knife flying toward her. Only after she heard the painful hiss from behind her did she
