Chapter Fifty
I clenched my teeth in frustration as Akil’s boots clicked across the marble floor. I wanted to shout at him to stop, but I knew it would do no good. I was nothing in the eyes of the heir. He had only listened to me because Tashidi’s self-absorbed, power-hungry nature was so similar to his own. And any racket I might make would only draw the palace guard even sooner.
All these thoughts rushed through my mind as I faced off with Tashidi. As usual, the elf wore no armor, trusting on his own speed and agility to keep him unharmed. A bandage peeked out around his skull from beneath his crimson hair—a gift from Tahlia’s explosion during our flight to the temple.
“Really, Razi. Couldn’t you have at least done me the courtesy of bathing before our final deadly encounter?” Tashidi
