CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The call came from Ros who now faced us. Vothos only drew me against his side and pointed the tip of his sword at Ros.
A mischievous smile slipped onto Ros’ lips, but there was a tension at the corners and fear in his eyes. “I don’t suppose you have a sword for me.”
Vothos lunged at him, dragging me with him. My captivity slowed down his movements so that Ros easily avoided the thrust. Vothos tried to hit him again with a swing, but Ros leapt backward out of reach of the blade.
My captor straightened and pressed the sharp blade against my throat. The cold metal brushed against my skin, and I felt a thin line of my warm blood flow from beneath his blade.
Vothos spoke, but it wasn’t his voice. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when I recognized the
