Chapter 7
Tierney
Tierney paced across the small tent, only taking a few steps before she had to turn around and go back the other way. Now that she’d had a moment to think, her hands shook with the memory of the sword in her grasp, the images she couldn’t get out of her head of a sea of bodies lying among the crows.
It had been ten years since she’d seen any sort of battle, but even then, she hadn’t been in the middle of it, forced to wield a sword and watch the light fade from an opponent’s eyes.
She hadn’t killed anyone, but she’d never forget the shocked widening of eyes or the cries of anguish.
“I need to get out of here,” she whispered to herself.
She had to find a way out of Gelsi. If these rebels had truly taken over, she needed to go home and tell her father to gather the ar
