CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Aidan stood with Cassandra at the dungeon gate and braced himself as Pandesian soldiers closed in on them from both sides. With no possible exit, it seemed death had finally found him in his quest to free his father. Aidan prepared himself as they closed in, studying the imposing soldiers in their blue and yellow armor, and wondered which one of them would kill him first. He drew his short sword, wanting to be brave, as his father would, though he held it with trembling hands and knew it would do him no good.
“Well, it was nice knowing you,” Cassandra said beside him, facing off against the soldiers, too, holding out her dagger, standing there bravely. Aidan was in awe at her composure; she showed less fear than he. She had lived a hard life on the streets, and it show
