The Archon's Assassin
“In his experience, outer doors like these, heavy and iron clad, were usually barred from the inside, but the poisoner had to have his own way.
Rhiannon watched over Albert’s shoulder, as if she could hurry him up through force of will. She had the black sword out and ready, eager for the fight; eager to make up for what she’d failed to do. It looked an evil weapon to Nameless, little better than the false Pax Nanorum.
“No sign of them still,” Galen said. “I don’t like it.”
Nameless felt his looming presence behind; stifled the impulse to turn. He had nothing to fear from the dragoon. Did he?
Ekyls growled, maybe in agreement with Galen. The savage prowled about the crest of the hill they’d climbed, an open invitation for who or whatever was inside to come out and fight.
For once, Bird stood with the group, rather than taking off and doing his own thing. Nameless didn’t know whether to be thankful or concerned. He was a shifty shogger, to be sure, like the rest of his cursed race.
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