CHAPTER TWENTY
Hard on the realisation that their situation was now hopeless surged the familiar burn of anger and resentment. Heedless of the danger, Phoenix reached out and wrenched his sword from the guard who had taken it. The guard tried to reclaim it. Phoenix ran him through without hesitation or mercy. With Blódbál’s insidious song of war back in his head, the strength of his anger mounted until he could barely think through the red rage. Baiyu was dead and Zhudai was responsible. That was all that mattered.
His action must have caught the sorcerer’s eye, for Zhudai turned a contemptuous, sneering look on his captives. He considered Phoenix for a moment then gestured to his guards. Hesitantly, they backed away, leaving a clear space between Phoenix and Zhudai. Jade and t
