“Move it!” Cezon snapped from ahead. Keriya hurried to join him, drinking in the view as she went. Was this what Thorion saw when he flew so high that her human eyes could no longer discern his sparkling form?
Cezon had arrived at the end of the hall by this time. A herald scuttled from a corner to intercept him as he reached for the gilded handle of an immense door.
“May I ask who—”
“Outta my way,” said Cezon, shoving the smaller man aside. “I got business with the king.”
The herald’s protests went ignored as Cezon threw the door open. He strode in like he owned the place.
Keriya belatedly realized they were in the palace. A wide chamber lay before her, lined with marble pews where officious-looking men sat holding stacks of papers. Diamond chandeliers dangled from the rounded ceilin
