The Great Escape (Part 2)
Tonight was one for the books. I started it by taking on an enemy force almost ten times as large as my own, defeated my rival by overexerting my fairy gift, witnessed a superhuman battle between two gods of war, gasped over the gut-wrenching betrayal that came after, and now—now I was leading a large group of soldiers away from the literal maws of death while being chased by a silver-mask wearing elf and his over-geared followers.
Yup, tonight was definitely one for the books. And all I could think about was how badly I wanted it to be over.
"Give me liberty, or give me death," I whispered.
"What was that, Dean?" Darah asked. "I didn't quite get—"
I saw from my eagle-eyed view how the arrival of an elf in dark chain mail armor and his equally armored swifthart interrupted Darah's inquiry. He'd slipped past Luca's entourage and rode neck and neck with me and Darah.