CHAPTER 34
Queen Sarah and Gembert held lit torches.
The casted shadows flickered on the uneven rock walls. The odor of mildew, urine, and feces was overpowering, which Mykal took as an excellent sign.
“This way,” Gembert said.
“One moment,” Mykal said. At this point, Mykal didn’t need a guide. The pungent and acrid smells would have led him directly through a maze of hallways and unmarked passages. “Your Highness, I would like you to stay between Wyn and me.”
“This is my castle.”
“And I have reason to suspect Raaheel means you harm,” Mykal said.
“You’ve been wrong about every assessment so far,” she retorted. It was a lucky thing her words weren’t connected to venomous fangs. He’d have been infected long ago by the bite she inflicted.
“I’ve been off, but not exactly wrong.”
She o
