Chapter Fifty-seven

Erin felt out of sorts after that barbaric scene she had witnessed at Nikjin’s longhouse. Mizzah’s body has since been buried and some servants had cleaned up the place and restored some sense of normalcy to the environment.

Timah had been inconsolable and even blamed Erin for Mizzah’s death because she was sure that the other woman wouldn’t have accused her of poisoning their lord’s food if she hadn’t witnessed it.

Rowana was still cooped up in the bleeding hut, pretending to be having her period. Nikjin was nowhere to be found after he walked away from his lair.

Meanwhile, Erin was consumed with thoughts of how she would wring Zokman’s scrawny neck if she ever got near him again, but she couldn’t go to his hut just yet and risk getting caught by Timah or worst of all, Nikjin.

Tomorrow night was the apocalyptic battle between Nikjin and Vak Smallchief, and Erin was determined to play an important role in it. She was not going to just sit back in this hut and let a bunch of male werew