Chapter Seven
Dagger tensed at the sound of footsteps coming down the steps. They were softer, lighter than the normal heavy steps of the guards. He moved back into the dark, waiting and watching. It may be a servant bringing the food Kelman had ordered. Whoever it was, if they came close enough to the cell, he would kill them.
He froze as the keys clattered and the lock clicked. A menacing smile curved his lips. It might be a trap, but he didn’t care. He highly doubted that Kelman would allow an unprotected servant to bring the food. To date, only the guards had delivered it, and never alone. There was always a minimum of five or more.
His suspicion that it was a trap intensified when a small, cloaked figured moved quickly down the corridor without turning on any additional lights. He
