A Wager

There was no struggling, but the intensity was clear. There were at least two guards on each side of them. They walked out into the clearing full of gentry. Evangeline’s heart was pounding hardly that Evangeline could hear it like the thrumming of drums. She held tight to Luan’s wrist. Everything in her wanted to rush out after Zander, but Luan’s eyes glittered, as if telling her to wait, and she obliged, holding on to Luan.

“What is The Erlking want from you?” Melian moaned in a half whispered. Evangeline could only shake her head. She could see through her peripheral vision some elves on the edge of the crowd had spotted them and they gasped in horror.

They had done nothing to disguise themselves. Hoods were down, weapons in their belts and the woman in the dress made of blue flowers gave a screech when her eyes clashed with Luan’s blue eyes.