Chapter Twenty-Five
Noraes watched from the top of a building, his helm wedged between his rib cage and arm. His warriors were scattered throughout the alleys, many watching the brothel, others watching him, ready for his commands. Shivers migrated across his body as he waited, watching. A large part of him wanted to rush in, storming the brothel with furious rage. He knew he would not be able to, as it would risk bringing harm to Starlyn and Taasheka.
He would need to go in first to set things into motion. His men will not be far behind, but this was something he had to do. His men still didn’t know about Starlyn. He needed her back—he missed her. He took a large inhalation of breath, ready to begin.
“What are you looking at, sir?” a small, feminine voice asked.
Noraes turned around.
