“A great darkness hovers around you, King of Rashearim. It smells of the old one. Ancient. Powerful. Bloodthirsty. Perhaps Nismera is not the only evil being in this realm.” I knew she was speaking of Dianna. She could sense her imprinted on my soul. “Dianna is not evil.” “Your love for a creature of death will be your demise.” “Will you do it or not?” The toruk lowered her head until her face hovered inches from mine, her powerful beak taking up most of my vision. “She is your beloved?”
