It slammed into my sword, knocking my blade downward. xxx desi For Zanyia or Aingeal. The whip-thin man danced around, pulling his attack from hitting Sven while whirling to face me. I had to get into the fight. His sickle swung down to rip out my throat. The assassin grinned, the expression twisting the scar crossing his dusky-brown cheek, his dark eyes mocking me. How could I get them to Az and the Temple of Rithi to be healed? Feverish heat burst across my face as my heart flagged. His face didn’t look as pale. She dodged and struck my head from the side. I—
Cold pain stabbed into my heart. She looked up just in time to hiss. It begged for something to animate it. Wood popped as it burned, smoke pouring into the air.
