Chapter 89
“Kill him, Derek.” Halle gaped in shock at the sudden harshness in Egmun’s tone. His patience had finally run thin. Derek didn’t seem to notice. She only had a moment to contemplate what, exactly, had the senator so eager before Halle saw the boy set his jaw in grim determination. No. She felt Derek’s terror, his uncertainty, his youthful hopefulness, the ever encroaching end of his innocence, and she felt herself at the point of weeping. Derek raised the blade. It hovered, just a moment above his head. The young prince stared at the helpless man before him, the life she knew was about to be cut short. Halle saw the flash of the firelight on the surface of the sword as he brought it down clumsily onto the man’s head. No, she repeated as she saw the man shudder violently at Derek’s weak
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