Chapter Twenty Two: The EdgeThe heavy silence gave way to frantic screaming and the sound of weapons rebounding from flesh and metal. Without conscious thought, Iona drove the knife into the Frisian's back and hot blood spattered across her face. He toppled forward; she dragged her blade free as he fell.
There had been a surprise attack, but now she was unsure who had surprised whom. Chemicals shot around her body, reflex and instinct between her and a b****y grave. Beside her, Anthony's bastard sword cleaved into the back of the Frisian she had just felled, his swing too powerful to halt mid-way. There was a sickening crunch as he stamped on the soldier's cheek bone and braced to disengage his weapon.
Every second seemed longer and more precious now, her blood rushed in her ears and she
