She turned away from him. No, she didn’t want to die.
She’d had to do something. She’d been imprisoned, running for her life, racing to warn the Spire. The sense of urgency rose with every minute, and now it wasn’t only Nethari coming to attack, but an army of raiders too! Arngeir was falling apart and no one saw it. No one wanted tostop it. She felt as though she was being ripped to pieces and was trying to rebuild herself as quickly as she could; desolate and furious at the same time. There was so much that she wanted to do, and she had the power to do it, a chance to define herself.
Yet Rhyode wanted her to hold back and stay hidden? How could she? Zhira closed her eyes for a moment, bringing her thoughts under control.
‘I’m tired of running.’ Zhira turned back to watch Rhyode. ‘
