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A tremor of nervous fear ran down her spine and made her shoulders tighten.
She looked down at him archly.
“Bring them on,” Bittan snapped. “We’ll tear them apa—” Kord delivered an openhanded blow to Bittan’s face that knocked the boy to the ground. “Shut your mouth.”
The boy’s heart pounded like a smith’s hammer, heavy and swift.
a grizzled holder wearing an old sword stood on the wall above them, squinting laconically out over the distance.
“Every man enjoys doing what he’s good at.”
The sword leapt across the space between them before the startled soldier could react, and Amara leaned forward enough to let it dimple his throat.
Aldrick flicked his weapon to one side, and droplets of blood, of his uncle’s blood, splattered against the stones of the battlements.
