CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Hamade cursed as he carried the human female over his shoulder. He had been forced to limit the use of his powers for fear of alerting Adalard and any warriors in the area of his presence. He cursed when he stumbled in the deepening layer of snow.
He dropped the woman on her back in the snow and rested against a tree. He touched the aching wound on his stomach, looking down and scowling at the bloodstain on his hand. He rubbed the alloy cuff attached to his wrist that contained a series of vials.
Curse the traitorous b***h, he thought as he pushed away from the tree.
The Empress might have saved his life, but it had come with a high price. His body, and thus his powers, were now connected with the entity she had created. The more energy he drew from the surrounding
