CHAPTER 36
Mykal saw Queen Raaheel and two of her warriors take off running. He gave chase. He stumbled, his vision blurred. Every muscle in his body protested. The queen was getting away. He wasn’t sure he could keep up. He’d called on his magic to defeat the queen’s warriors. The act saved the lives of his friends, but left him depleted, deflated.
The sound of their heavy footfalls on the slate floor echoed. His breathing was fast. Shallow. He huffed, struggling to breathe.
Raaheel threw open a door, and passed through the threshold, one warrior directly behind her. The second closed the door, and spun around. He waved his sword, cutting through air, and stomped his feet as he chose a defensive stance.
Mykal launched four small, glowing blue orbs. They were the size of melons, smalle
