I felt the weight of the dagger concealed within the sleeve of my leathers. There was a small space between where my armor met my gloves where I could slide it out. One last choice I would have to make before the Démenci could reach me. It would take one flick of my wrist, and I would bleed out before anyone would be able to stop me. The Mad Dog would lose his last hope of ever gaining my strøm. He would lose everything.
"Avyanna!"
My blade pierced through a man's armor and I spun around. Another soldier who had approached me from behind slumped to the ground as Rylan appeared. I'd lost sight of him immediately and now I peered at him through the slats of my helmet. His helmet had long been abandoned, lost sometime after his horse had fallen. Now, dark red blood coated his skin. Af
