Chapter 102

Darius cursed as Shereen was snatched and dragged into the archway at the top of the pyramid.

"Well, dat wasna good," Jorah mumbled.

"Genius observation," Tanzie muttered.

But they only spoke the truth. Time was running out. Darius had to get to Shereen, but first there was the matter of the beasts that had survived the raid on his ship and now stood in his way. They clustered at the base of the pyramid, baring their teeth. Ready to fight.

Darius was ready, too, gun freshly loaded. His aim proved impeccable with his cold rage focused. He advanced on the narrow log bridge, crossing the oily, bubbling sludge. He made each shot count, as did his crew. Soon only bodies, a few still twitching, stood between him and the stairs.

So many fucking stairs.

Before Darius could talk himself out of it - Who am I kidding? I'm no fucking hero - he was racing up those steps, taking them two at a time, while Jorah bounded them in threes. Showoff.