Page 199 of Lady of Cinders
Guards shoved us toward the large metal door.
“Please. Enjoy my labyrinth,” the Halendor King said with a conniving smile. “Survive to the end, and you'll receive your reward.”
“We want nothing from you,” Lore snarled.
“Oh, no?” Prager lifted her arm, dangling a golden pendant with a red stone, the one we'd seen beneath the throne room.
The second talisman.
A flick of her hand, and the pendant disappeared.
“Do you swear you’ll allow us to leave with the pendant if we make it through the labyrinth?” Lore barked, his voice as conniving as the king’s.
Prager’s hand tightened on his arm.
Before she could stop him, the king dipped his head forward in a subtle bow. “I solemnly swear.”
Magic rippled through the air, binding his promise. Good.
Lore smirked. “We’ll see you on the other side, then.”
Prager snorted, but her eyes blazed with rage. “You won’t make it,” she growled. “Give up now.”
“Never,” I vowed. “We’re coming for you, Prager, and this time, we’ll kill you.”
The guards shoved us inside the echoing darkness.
As magic snarled across the tips of her fingers, her shriek rang out. “You?—”
The door boomed closed behind us.
Ahhh, sorry for that cliffhanger!
No worries, Warrior of Embers is next.
Lost in a maze where tricks and lies twist the mind,
Lore and I must hold onto our love
before we forget it ever existed.
