Chapter Twenty“This way, quickly,” hurried the guard named Cameron, who had been assigned to Zya and Ju as guide and guardian by Duke Hester. The Duke was oblivious to the personal peril that he placed himself in, or he judged Zya's needs equal to or above his own.
Zya clutched her stomach as another pulse was forced along the focus. Combined with the prescient feeling that one of the more worrying dreams was imminent reality, she was barely able to stand. “Are we near?” She spoke out of the back of her throat, a weak, whispery sound.
“It is not far now, a hallway or two, ma'am,” Cameron replied as he scanned the walkways for any more mercenaries.
Ju had his bow in hand and an arrow notched. “The sooner we get there the better.”
Zya struggled to move, aided in part by the guard. “Whate
