"What do you mean they're not there?" Came a shriek of the horror-struck Queen Morgana. It was early in the morning, slivers of sunlight shone through the window of the throne room and onto her honeyed hair, making her look angelic.
But this angel had fallen from grace long ago. That was clear in the way emerald eyes flashed an eerie shade of light blue and the way her pretty face contorted to one that seemed to beg one of the three men bended on one knee before her to anger her so she'd have an excuse to kill one of them.
Or all of them.
"We went to the site where they fell, m'lady," said Barrington, the slight rise and fall of his words giving way to his nervousness. "We had men climb to the bottom, using your magic to light the way, they reported back that it was empty. No bodies, no
