“I know you are angry about the book, but we can handle it later. Now, please, before my heart stops beating, get back to the path.” Rua narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t serve you, Witchslayer.” His face tightened as he opened his mouth to say something, but a groaning crack boomed through the cold air. Before Rua realized what was happening, the ground dropped out from below her. Those wide, fearful eyes were the last thing she saw before plunging downward.
