XII | Attack
Valdus ground the binoculars intently, amazed that he had been able to locate her, yet wondering why she did not simply activate the ring. Asmodeus was right there! Surely she had not come to hate him—he, Valdus—so much that she would ignore this unique, fleeting opportunity to rid Ursathrax of one of its chief administrators of terror—to what possible end? Merely to spite him?
Or was she unable to? For clearly he was torturing her, although the railing of the ship and the frenzied ravens made it difficult to ascertain how, precisely. And then he realized that she was on the move, albeit crawling, and that she was moving toward Asmodeus, not away from him. And as the relief flooded through him he thought, You close the gap to ensure our success. That’s when it struck him—the
