Chapter 1

I’m nonetheless human. I’m nonetheless human. I’ve to be human.

I pull my cheek easy and draw the knife throughout my pores and skin. Brown hairs almost two inches lengthy drift into the creek the place I kneel. The setting solar gives simply sufficient glow on the fluff of snow to light up my activity.

Keenly alert, I suck in a breath of frozen air. Staying targeted doesn’t take a lot effort though I’ve been awake for six days, transferring south throughout the plains after my escape from the citadel. With my new heightened senses, each screech, each crack, each snap of the sparse shrubbery by animal or human digs into me.

I’m Kenrik, second prince of Talfryn. I’m a human.

Sound won’t go away me alone.

All due to Niawen’s mild, which is inside me.

A light-weight that shouldn’t be inside a mortal.

Is that this what it’s like for an immortal emrys? How may Niawen reside together with her listening to so acute and never go insane?

Niawen’s mild couldn’t have made me like her. She couldn’t have given me her immortality. I’m a mortal!

I image Niawen, weakened and fragile due to her lack of mild, as she takes off into the forest to the west. Her ashy blond locks gleam behind her within the moonlight. She stumbles in boots too giant for her. We stole what we may to maintain her heat as we smuggled out of the town.

I proceed shaving. The scrape of steel in opposition to my very own pores and skin rakes by way of me, however I’ve to do away with the beard. It’s a painful reminder of my imprisonment by a madman.

By the Lord of Rolant, Caedryn, who continues to ship his assassins after me.

Allow them to come.

So long as Lord Caedryn thinks Niawen is with me, that we’re persevering with south, she can be protected.

That’s my solely purpose in life.

Keep alive to guard Niawen. Trick Caedryn into believing she is with me. Draw his consideration away from her as she flees west. I’ll gladly be hunted without end, simply to maintain Caedryn’s wrath away from her.

Nothing else issues.

I finger the chain round my neck and pull the dragon stone from beneath my jerkin. The pearlescent gem glimmers with magnificence I’m unworthy to hold. I want Niawen didn’t give me the stone. She wants the safety of her dragon. I don’t, particularly since her mild offers me the power of twenty males.

I’m nonetheless human.

Simply maintain telling your self that.

I’m nonetheless human.

Please inform me I didn’t take her immortality.

I end shaving on the creekside and rise to my toes.

A crunch to my left immobilizes me.

Somebody discovered me.

I’m not stunned. Caedryn sends new assassins earlier than I even dispatch the final ones. They arrive in pairs, and after I kill them, Caedryn sends them in swarms.

I maintain my breath. This can be one other night time of no sleep, however regardless of the frantic tempo I set and the nights and days of wanting over my shoulder, I’m not drained.

All due to her mild, an influence I’ve but to fathom.

All I do know is that it has modified me—

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