Chapter Fifty-One
I blinked sweat from my eyes. Hanks of dark brown hair had fallen free from my warrior’s tail to plaster to my face. My soiled and torn tunic clung to my bruised and battered flesh.
I had fallen back several paces toward the glowing red stone. I had not turned to look, but I could see its light pulsating against the dark marble walls as the sun rose outside the windows. Akil’s men would be attacking the temple now. Priests, magi, warriors, how many had died already? All of them were pawns in this ruthless game. Nothing mattered beyond what would happen inside the throne room. If Tahlia and I succeeded, the magi and assassins forced into service would be free. If we failed…
I stepped back just in time to prevent Akil’s sword from slicing open my chest. Still, the blow d
