CHAPTER THIRTY
MIRA
“What have you done?”
I turned to the new voice. It was Yeravi. Babd. The Crone. The Mireygna.
Sword in hand, Alénia started to stand. Yeravi gestured and Alénia and Ree were both suddenly suspended in the air, about a foot above the floor, unable to move and struggling to breathe.
“Please!” I begged. “Yeravi! Don’t hurt them!”
“Why should I let them live?”
“Why shouldn’t you?” I countered. “It’s over.”
She seemed to study me for a moment and then released them.
“Thank you.”
“I suppose you plan to kill me now,” she said. She walked toward me; weariness etched into every movement.
“Why?” I was too tired to think.
“You have made the Ashae your enemy have you not? You have orchestrated our downfall.”
“I haven’t made anyone my enemy.” Weren’t there supposed to
