Prince Kashin at its front, marched toward
them.
Thank the gods. Everyone in the hall
muttered similar words.
From the keep, an answering horn sang its
welcome.
Not just one army had been spared here
today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the
water station. If that wave had reached Kashin
...
Lucky. They had all been so, so very lucky.
Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck
would last.
If it would see them through the brutal
march northward, and to the walls of Orynth
itself.
Lorcan let out a low groan as he surfaced from
the warm, heavy embrace of darkness.
“You are one lucky bastard.”