A gleam of red. Deep in my eyes.
It was a lie.What I’d seen reflected in the helmet had to have been a lie. I had not become that which I fought against. I had not! Vohanna must be stopped. Bryce must be saved. And if that meant meeting violence with more violence, so be it.
hadmustI turned, kicked open the door to the room that I knew must house the black powder for the cannons. I was right. Kegs of the stuff stood like parade-ground soldiers in the small space. And piled high in one corner were thousands of swollen-headed blast quarrels like the one Diken Graye had used days ago to bring down Rannon’s airship. All around me I smelled the hellish stench of sulphur and charcoal.
Stepping over the threshold, I sheathed my sword. A fire axe hung on one wall. I took it down. I had to work
