Half dead, Enora finds herself in a supply closet. A mysterious girl has treated her wounds. Is the girl friend or foe, and how can she get out of here.
She found the man drunk and filthy. The slimy man deserved to die and she wanted to be the one to do it.
Sir Talon dropped to one knee before the maiden. “M’lady, I come from far off lands seeking you so you may reunite the people against Dark Lord Idazlearen du Horma, I pledge all that I am to your service. I shall tirelessly seek out our enemies and sacrifice my life for yours.”
Anna looked up from her phone. “Wha?”
Lord Bassel had left home for the first time to seek his fortune. His first battle, a peasant in a thick tunic with a spear. Lard Bassel never stood a chance.
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The most powerful men in the city were plotting how to kill Charity Nocturna. She had to know what they planned. The only way to find out was to scale 25 stories of slick glass.