Chapter Thirty-Five
Arria watched the late afternoon sun as a breeze strong enough to crack iron blew through the forest. Only a few red spots of light shone through the trees. The forest was dark, other than the few patches of cracked red sunlight. Dark would be fine, though; in fact, it was exactly as Arria liked it. She smiled as she ran from tree to tree, pausing occasionally to take a break and make sure nobody followed her and nobody blocked her path. It wouldn’t matter much if someone was—so long as she found them, anybody who got in her way would learn the dire consequences.
Soft laughter echoed inside her mind, matching the smile on her lips. It was a cruel laughter, as was the smile, but it continued with humor nonetheless. She found it amusing how Zergiel had been so terrified
