Then the assassins make their move.
The lead one comes straight for me, his blade flashing in the firelight. I barely dodge, feeling the wind of his strike pass inches from my throat. Sera engages two others, her movements fluid and deadly despite the confined space.
Kieran takes on the remaining two, but I can see immediately that something is wrong.
As an elite guard, his movements are slower than they should be and slightly uncoordinated.
"The water," he gasps, blocking a strike but stumbling backward. "I touched the rim of the glass.
I must have absorbed some poison through my skin."
Damn it. We are already at a disadvantage.
My opponent presses his advantage, forcing me back toward the wall.
I have to admit, he is good.
He fights better than Graham's guards and even bette
