Chapter Twenty-five
"Bindings and Loose Ends"F
ire on his shoulder, fire eating his brain. He wanted to scream, but his jaw refused to open. Tears perched at the corners of his eyes but were not allowed to fall. Even his breath came only with permission.
This was life under MacKegan's command. Failure had its price, a higher one than he was willing to pay. Raori wept in his dreams, awoke dry-eyed, watched his body rise to begin a new day.
Exhaustion kept him from fighting back. Even Leannahn had been a gentler possessor, Raori reflected as he rode his smokey creation through the camp. The horse had been created from ash. Aramina and Duinn's mounts were gone, but MacKegan allowed Raori's to remain.
Aes was close by, watching while pretending not to. The dark elves also watched him rese
