Soft laughter nearby made him shiver. Radavan was closing in on him. Well, if he couldn’t fight, then he had only one option. Run and hope that he survived long enough for Desa to get him out of this mess.
Sebastian’s ghost was ranting about something, but Desa barely even noticed. She was fascinated by the knife in her hand. It was definitely one of Miri’s but the blade was covered in so much rust it must have been lying there for a year at least. Probably longer. Something about that tugged at her.
“Are you listening?”
She looked up to find Sebastian coming toward her. His face was red, and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl. Like every other self-absorbed man she had met, he hated being ignored. “If words aren’t sufficient to hold your attention,” he growled, “Perhaps this will!
