Chapter 70

Ardala just kissed him, brief and hard and sudden. “Go, we do not have much time to save Faerie.”

He took a deep breath and walked out of the shadows directly towards the fanged clawed thing that was now crouched over the High King and was reaching for him with those continually mutating claws. “Hey!” The thing turned slowly, but it was turning away, leaving the other man intact.

“Child,” the thing’s voice was horrible to listen to, a chorus of horrifying screams and the bubbling of blood from a throat wound and a high shrieking wind. “You seek death.”

“I seek an exchange,” Vajra locked his knees against the shaking that started when he tried to meet the eyes that sank and rose from the putty like stuff that made up the thing’s body. “I know where the High Princess is. You tried to make me eat her once already.”