16
Never Cross Swords with a Wizard
I was homesick.
For a sword.
That rage and bloodlust had triggered it should disturb me.
But then, I was looking at a monster, so no, I was good with the rage.
Also the bloodlust.
If anyone ever deserved to bleed, the unrepentant monster in front of me did.
As I shivered with nerves and indecision—what could I do?—Clay…let Lenore go.
His hold loosened, and Lenore slipped to the sofa then the floor.
I blinked at the hostage who was now free.
Lenore crawled away from a distracted Clay. He’d let her go.
He’d let her go.
Faster than I could think “May you die a thousand painful deaths for your heinous acts of murder and terror,” Alex’s sword was gone, and Lenore was in his arms weeping silently.
I shook with unresolved emotion as Alex passed he
