CHAPTER 13
“That son of a b***h. I swear the next time I see that little elven fucker, I’m going to finally kill him myself,” Nicu seethed as he stormed into the room. Stopping in front of the couch, Nicu raised his hand and rubbed it against his chin, as he looked to Laramie and said, “I need to look like one of Ezra’s most trusted guards so that I can get closer to that damn Jewel and kill the little fucker.”
“Too soon,” Laramie hissed through clenched teeth. “Once… in twenty-four… hours. Using the potion twice… in that time… and the second… time… won’t be… as effective.”
“So I’ll do it tomorrow. I need more of that potion,” Nicu insisted.
When Laramie didn’t answer, Nicu looked closer at the mage. The man lay sideways on the couch, clutching his thigh. His face was twisted in pain a
