Chapter 54
The fiery sphere pulsed over the priest’s head, an evil sun hungry to consume us. The water was lit with scarlet, the rock walls washed with reflected flame.
The fiery sphere pulsed over the priest’s head, an evil sun hungry to consume us. The water was lit with scarlet, the rock walls washed with reflected flame.
“Stop!” the warder called. “Or I’ll attack.”
We didn’t stop.
The frantic splash of our boat’s oars sent salty droplets to glaze my lips and sting my eyes. On the seat in front of me, Kian breathed hard, and Sir Durum grunted as he plied his oar. My stomach turned and twisted, and I heard a roaring in my ears—the crash of waves surging into the sea cave, or my own panicked heartbeat, I couldn’t tell.
Our rowboat was halfway to the rain-lashed opening. Once past th
