She dismounted and proceeded slowly along the path.
One step after the other.
She listened to every noise, even the most imperceptible.
“Welcome,” said a sudden voice.
Her right hand was holding the hilt of her sword, which was still in its scabbard. Instinctively, she unsheathed it, now certain that she had wound up in a trap.
“You’ll need that later,” said the voice that the tulvar recognized at that exact moment. “I knew I couldn’t trust you, but I thought you’d at least be cleverer than this.”
Worry was etched on the tulvar’s face when she saw Zund come forward, and all around her, the Black Guard came out of the vegetation, encircling the two.
It was a trap.
“Nothing to say?” her brother asked.
Sheera remained impassive. “It took you long enough...” she replied.
Her brother
