TWENTY EIGHT: Calix’s Empire
'Traitor.'
Kel's neck prickled where a hateful glob of saliva had once landed.
Even now, she could vividly recall the unsavory encounter she had in the streets of Mevani the day before her engagement ceremony.
Certainly, the Emperor's prophecy had proved accurate, that spit wouldn't be the only thing aimed at her neck the next time it was bare. The assassins constantly assailing them in Pandreia proved to be far worse than hurled insults and saliva.
But nobody in Pandreia seemed to have a problem with her specifically.
The girl who went from being a proud Mevani citizen to betraying her own country and becoming engaged to the enemy.
The soldier who could blast a hole in a sturdy stone ceiling with the fire produced by her own body.