Chapter Eighteen
Self-Betrayal
Numril was a jumble of conflicting emotions as he left the drakhal camp in the Pela Goro. For the first time in years, he walked under the light of the sun. At first, it seemed strange. He felt naked, exposed. He had become accustomed to the darkness. Gradually he relaxed, enjoying the feel of its gentle warmth on his permanently chilled skin.
He enjoyed the solitude the most. Even Vlaz’s presence was silent within the vaults of his mind. His master was back in the cave with the rest of the drakhalu, sleeping.
Numril suppressed the heady surge of freedom that bubbled inside him and reminded himself of his purpose. As much as he wished he had actually managed to escape on his own, this was not strictly the case. Despite his attempts to keep the knowledge o
