Chapter Thirty
A flash of white flew overhead and rammed into Viraine before her blade could touch Keir’s ankle. She tumbled to the ground, screeching as she tried to throw off her attacker. Keir could see the glimmer of Viraine’s sword cutting through the air, and the pearly white and gold of blood-stained feathers dropping to the floor.
Michaelangelo? Keir wondered dazedly. Had Gloria sent reinforcements to save him?
For a moment, he thought that he had blacked out or died. The world went dark around him and he could only hear the rush of blood in his ears, but soon a bright white light lit up the room and blinded him. He tried to pull himself to safety, but the room was a war zone and he couldn’t flee from the battle.
Keir looked up, his vision swimming as he tried to focus. He coul
