Chapter Eleven Riona
Riona slumped against the wall as the Eldurian troops surged into the palace. Blood trickled from a cut near her hairline, but other than that, she was unharmed—unlike the Slyph who’d carried her into the palace. Unlike Griffin who’d taken a sword to the side as her captors carried her away. She’d never forget the cold dread of that moment, the calm efficiency she’d used to dispatch the fae keeping her from protecting Griffin.
Loosening her fingers, Riona let her sword fall to the ground, its blade coated in the blood of her own kind. She leaned her head back, breathing heavily.
They did it.
She hadn’t seen Hector give his speech, but his voice had carried throughout the halls as she dispatched the remaining attackers with a quiet efficiency. During the battle, she
