Chapter Seventeen
Arria stood, waiting, watching the village to the north of her. She grew restless. Normally, she’d never wait to attack, but before, she only had to lead the creatures. Now, she had to worry about human life, humans who would, if she sacrificed too many of them, betray her or cease to follow her. She had to be smarter about her approach—more cunning. This time it mattered how many lives she lost.
Patience wasn’t something Arria was accustomed to. Patience was Starlyn’s thing. Arria frowned. Patience was what killed their mother. Starlyn had taken the slower approach to try and find out what was wrong with their mother all those years ago. Arria wasn’t that patient. She’d turned to dark magic and might have saved her mother if it wasn’t for Starlyn. Her fingernails dug i
