Malakai
I staggered towards the exit, forcing my feet to keep moving. We reeked of blood and sweat, and my vision blurred like a bad dream I couldn’t wake from. Wulfgar stayed close, dragging his tired legs alongside me. His eagle perched awkwardly on his shoulder, pecking at scraps of rogue flesh half-heartedly. It was clearly too exhausted to do much else.
We were done, or so I thought. The idea of collapsing somewhere quiet sounded blissful until I heard the unmistakable sound of clapping.
What in bloody hell…?
I looked up, and there he stood: Pompeo, dressed in that annoyingly spotless uniform of his, waiting at the entrance with a smug grin stretched across his face. Behind him were a group of finely dressed men and women clapping with a slow yet deliberate enthusiasm, like we’d j
