Baal asked, his calloused finger lifting Alexandra’s chin so he could examine her features. She jerked her face away, struggling against her bonds. “I’m not telling you anything,” she spat, wincing as the rope holding her cut into the soft skin of her wrists. Baal pulled...
Tavi said, stopping at the open doorway of the Lord Sultan’s office. Ashdad sat behind his desk, once again reading over the reports of his kingdom. He had a lot of catching up to do, and a lot of fixing what he considered to be Balthazar’s mistakes. “You may enter,” Ashdad said, without looki...