A hand shielded his gaze from the horizontal rain. As she put out a prayer to the gods that he got struck up there, her tooth commenced chattering. She quickly shook until her head bobbed, and now not just due to the fact of her fear of heights. She hadn’t had extra than an hour or two of sleep at a time for three weeks, and had not often eaten the gruel they’d been served. Right now, she be tucked in bed in her heat tower at Tornin, looking at DVDs on her solar-powered TV and taking part in luxurious meals and candy Sorceri wine—while waited on hand and foot. Instead, she was once trapped with her worst nightmare, strangling with the need to kill him. A burst of hysterical laughter left her lips. Lanthe and Thronos, sitting in a tree, k-i-l-l-i-n-g. . . . Damn it, why the hell hadn’t Sabi
