Is altering me.

My killer rounds a close-by boulder, however earlier than he sees me, I crouch behind it. I’ve the sense that he doesn’t know the place I’m or he wouldn’t have swaggered so overtly across the rock. Closing my eyes, I inhale silently by means of my nostril. The odor of wooden smoke and cooked rabbit fills my sinuses. The murderer left his heat hearth to complete me off within the dimming twilight.

A heartbeat thrums in my ears. I attempt to ignore the oppressive gallop that finds me each time my attackers do. After I killed the third one, I noticed it wasn’t my racing heartbeat. It was theirs.

I can hear their distinct rhythm from meters away.

As if exhibiting foresight, time unveils the precise second I ought to strike. I see what I ought to do earlier than it occurs. This can be a new present that emerged simply two days prior.

Premonition.

Niawen by no means spoke of this skill.

Again to the current. My assailant lifts his sword, his actions flickering into my sight as if he’s already accomplished a cautious flip across the boulder, regardless that it has not but occurred. When his foot truly lands with a muted thud, I plunge my silver blade between the ribs and into the person’s coronary heart. He slumps to the bottom, groaning.

I slouch towards the chilly stone whereas the raking breaths of the person, and his thready pulse, needle me. Minutes later, his heartbeat stops, lastly leaving me in peace.

I drive myself to stand up, to maneuver on. One other murderer gained’t be far behind.

Chapter 2

After per week of dodging Caedryn’s males and traversing the unwelcome land of Rolant, I cross the mountains within the south. The outdated peak is rounded, with wrinkly folds the place crisp streams spurt from the bottom. Snow carpets the panorama, however my passage is straightforward.

My senses keep on excessive alert, at the same time as I lie down for the evening over bundled pine limbs used as a barrier from the snow.

My ideas drift to Niawen. Earlier than I tore myself from her outdoors Caedryn’s citadel, we shared one lone kiss. I had pulled her desperately to me. “Stars, Niawen, I like you. I’ll love you eternally. Oh, rattling all of it!” My mouth fell on hers in an pressing kiss that was meant to repair the whole lot that had ever been flawed between us.

However her shivering physique in my arms bore testimony to our harsh actuality.

Her gentle is gone.

She is chilly due to her lack, whereas I’ll by no means be chilly once more.

The late winter climate is fierce, and although ice crystals kind from my breath, I don’t really feel the chilly.

How can I when her gentle is inside me, protecting me heat? If I lie nonetheless lengthy sufficient, the snow melts round me.

Her gentle can be a beacon for Lord Caedryn. The explanation his assassins discover me with ease.

I’ll do something to present her gentle again. Something.

Creator above, present me a approach.

Blood whooshes in my ears and throbs in my neck. The evening is eerily quiet, and my physique gained’t loosen up.

Simply as properly, I detect a bunch of males, the identical ones who’ve been trailing me for 2 days, stalking nearer. I hear each step because the hunters creep, each grate of their swords sliding from their sheaths, and each deep, regular coarseness of their breaths as they examine me, their prey, pretending to lie right here helpless.

Time and again that is how my nights play out. I ponder when Caedryn will run out of males. Can’t he inform Niawen isn’t with me? Or possibly not. I by no means depart any survivors to run dwelling to their lord and provides report.

Almost certainly, all bets are on revenge. Caedryn may have needed to make me endure as a result of I stole what was most valuable to him—his spouse and unborn youngster.

Simply as the primary murderer approaches, I twist away from my pallet and slash my blade throughout his neck. I whirl round earlier than he drops to the bottom, and drive the steel tip into one other’s abdomen. After a swift draw, I flip and meet an murderer approaching on my left. He lifts his sword and strikes, however I parry his assault. I hear a twang and roll to my proper, bringing my sword throughout the ankle of an attacker.

Good attempt, Caedryn.

I really feel almost invincible.

I calm my senses from overload, slowing my breath, reveling in one more victory.

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