CHAPTER FIFTEENThe Boy Child
Darkness consumed my chamber as Limah creaked the heavy door open. Nudging me aside with his hip, he prevented me proceeding before him. The sharp knife slipped from its holster at his belt and he spun it in his hand twice before settling it in his grip. The flame flickered on the torch in his other hand, sparks shimmering as it reached the end of its life. Lifting it high, he examined every corner of the room without entering further, his head c****d as he listened to the sound of silence.
“It’s safe,” he concluded, his voice seeming too loud. He waited until I entered and then closed the door behind us. It took seconds for him to light candles and brighten the room, yet I hung by the door, my boots running parallel with the threshold. “There’s nothing to fe
