A scared cry came from the front of the chamber, and with a guilty lurch, I remembered the girl. I couldn’t leave her here.
I crept toward the balcony, staying low in case Xervan let his barrier down and that barrage of attacks got through. At first, I thought he was indifferent to the assault as he gazed down at the chamber floor—there were still a hundred or more dark elves down there, half of them throwing some attack or another at him—but his face was tight with concentration. Dimitri’s hypothesis that he wasn’t as powerful in human form came to mind.
Crouching, I peered through the railing. The girl was still wrapped in that blanket—it looked more like some massive spider’s webbing—and lay on the dais next to an angry female dark elf with a bone knife in her hand. If she hadn’t been
