Travesties She'll Not Soon Forget

Savage figured it’d be a long time before she spoke to him again. If at all.

He drew a steadying breath. Scooting backward until his back rested against a tree trunk. Knees drawn to his chest as he eyed the onyx blade he twirled between his fingers.

A Cimmerii blade.

Savage had found it tucked in the cimmerii woman’s skirts. Already unsheathed as she rested inches from Dimurah’s back. That left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He recognized such a weapon. From Radix’s armory. Savage toyed with it. Recalling its sharpness. Remembering how they were both fierce and delicate.

Like her. His eyes slid back to Dimurah.

He asked himself how much he’d do for her. No answer came. And he realized that it was because there was no limit. I’d do anything for her.

Another man walked over and slid down the trunk in a different direction. “You were right. That’s all of them.”

Phalanx.

“They didn’t even wake.” Chavias gestured to the bodyguards sleeping soundly in a circle around her. Somewhat disappointe