“Oh.” Rufus raised his brows, as though this hadn’t occurred to him. Though he had to agree with Rufus on one thing: They were swiftly running out of time, especially since they were so close to a village infested with the king’s red-uniformed minions. He was currently tied to a tree, unconscious.īut an unconscious guard wasn’t any use to Jonas. He was referring to the Limerian guard they’d captured after discovering him straying too close to the edge of the forest. “He said his friends would be here any moment.” We need to get out of here while we still can.” Rufus craned his thick, sweaty neck to scan the line of trees surrounding them, guided only by the light of a single torch they’d shoved into the loose soil. Jonas sent his fellow rebel an impatient look through the darkness. Rufus’s voice was as distracting as a persistent horsefly. Soon he’d make them all burn for what they’d done to him. “Only the beginning,” he whispered as darkness rose up to cover him like a thick cloak. His thoughts became clear, and a small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. The ground still smoldered where the tall guard once stood, although there was nothing left of him but an already fading memory.įinally, his pain eased. The symbol on his hand faded to only a trace, a mark resembling an old scar.
With what little energy he’d had now depleted, he collapsed to his knees. “Run.”Įyes wide with terror, the guard turned and fled. Like a glass sculpture landing on a marble floor, his body shattered into a million pieces. Suddenly, the flames grew wilder, leaping up thirty feet into the air and taking the guard with them. The other guard stood frozen in place with horror, watching as his friend blazed like a torch in the early morning light. The fire then turned from orange to blue. The flames spread until the guard’s legs, torso, arms, and, lastly, his confused, fearful face were all ablaze.
“Does it hurt yet?” the young man asked calmly.
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