Chapter Thirty-Eight
Darkness crept through the air as an unnerving chill ran across Arria’s face. Her face remained bare, unlike the rest of her body, which was covered in blackened steel armor. When she had first put it on years ago, it had not been comfortable for her, but these days the comfort lay within the armor. It became a pleasant feeling to be neither hot nor cold under the silver chain mail, even with blackened plate armor atop it. It protected her when she was in need; therefore, she owed her life to the metal. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened without it at the battle of Sudegam. Searon had grown strong, stronger than she could have imagined. Perhaps the warlock had been right. He did need to be removed. His efforts seemed to link the humans and kheshlars togethe
