their backs swelling. Pincers clicked within
that darkness. Creatures who could devour
life, joy.
Oh gods.
“Lord Darrow,” Elide cut in, sharp and
commanding. “Is there a way out of the city?
Some sort of back door through the mountains
that the children and elderly could take?”
Darrow dragged his eyes from the
approaching Valg king and queen.
It was helplessness and despair that filled
them. That broke his voice as he said, “No
route that will allow them to escape in time.”
“Tell me where it is,” Lysandra ordered.
“So they might try, at least.” She grabbed for
the girl’s arm. “So Evangeline might try to
run.”
A defeat. What had seemed like a
triumphant victory was about to become an
absolute defeat. A butchering.
lily
(lily)
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