Chapter Sixty-Seven
It’s Chester and his white lion.
Darian aims at me.
The lion leaps into the air and flies in an impossible-seeming arc.
Before Darian gets the chance to press the trigger, sharp lion teeth sink into his arm. He screams—and misses the moment when Chester closes the distance between them and steals his dagger.
Chester holds the weapon in his hand for a moment, as if weighing it. Then, with a nasty smile, he plunges it into Darian’s throat.
I almost clap. If the future wanted to have someone get stabbed in the throat today, it might as well be Darian.
“Nero,” Chester says loudly enough to be heard over Darian’s bloody gurgling and the sounds of Nero ripping orcs into pieces. “I know you wanted me to stay out of your sight, but Sasha summoned me to help.” He elbows d
