Chapter 14

Ayana found herself in front of the ancient altar, admiring the peculiar marble sculpture. A string of strange runes adorned the circular pedestal. She ran her hand along the engravings, tracing the intricate grooves and patterns. There was something about it that enthralled her, like a phantom whisper of a lost soul.

Iezabel had gone out hunting, after insisting that Ayana remain in her room until she returned. It was days since she last fed, and this enclosed cavern full of humans was not helping either. One of the suspicious rebel guards had tried to stop her from leaving the temple, but changed his mind when Iezabel threatened to bleed him instead.

“Magnificent, isn’t she?”

Ayana started. “Commander.” She inclined her head. “What a pleasant surprise!”