Chapter Twenty-Six
Arria dashed through the battlefield to the rear ranks, where she inspected her surroundings. It had been an obvious loss, as expected. The dry air caused her throat to itch. Vinegar, bile, pine, and honey lingered in the air. Her body became weak. She had fresh bruises on her charcoal skin. Her teeth clenched as she clutched her inner thigh, which vibrated with excruciating pain. She found it strange when a human bested her, but it also gave valuable knowledge. Arria now knew what the human kept as a weakness, and it could be used to her advantage. He was a brilliant captain and warrior, she had noticed, but when Anaela’s life had been on the line, he became frantic.
The draeyks and daerions had been strong in numbers, but they had lacked the strength of humans and kh
