inches. Sicarius rested his hand at the base of Akstyr’s neck. Though the touch was light, the meaning was unmistakable. Akstyr stood utterly still, not even breathing. In the silence that descended, Amaranthe heard the breeze bumping the buoys hanging on the outside walls. “Follow her orders,” Sicarius said softly. Akstyr closed his eyes and gulped. “Y-yes, sir.”
