That first morning, as they took shelter in a barn, Archer brought up their destination again.
"The Guild will kill us," Noris snapped.
"As will Kateesha," Asher bit back. "At least within the citadel we will be safe from her and her anger, or do you wish to end as Waio?"
Noris cursed, but finally agreed. With two in accord, that made Dismas' opinion inconsequential. Not that he knew what his opinion was. Both paths led to death. It only depended how they wanted to die. At least the Executioners would probably make it quick, not drag it out like Kateesha would.
"Blister, burn, and peel."
They rode through the darkness, ever sure of pursuit, even as they drew closer and closer to the citadel without incident. Each day, Dismas' sleep was shrouded in red lipped phantoms demanding his
