Thump-thump.
A heated, hushed conversation with the Taaslord.
Thump-thump.
Soon, his glass is empty and he’s waving at the server for another one.
Thump-thump.
I bow my head.
I can’t look.
My hands shake as I cut into the lemon.
Thump-thump.
“General?” Noblewoman Gadhi’s voice reaches my ears.
Worry laces every word.
I fight the urge to look up.
“I don’t—” the General speaks.
Chokes on his words.
Thump-thump.
Nervous chatter.
Thump-thump.
Dishes clatter.
Thump-thump.
A scream.
I raise my gaze.
The great Ezkai General Kitajo Hiromasa is hunched over the table. His dark eyes are glassy. Staring right at me.
As if he knew right before he died.
Everyone’s on their feet, screaming and shouting at each other.
But I don’t see their faces, the fear and confusion in them.
The only thing I can focus on is the dead fae staring at me.
“Ey, boy, get over here.” The owner waves at me.
Despite the shock, I make my feet move forward. A wave of nausea rises.
Just as I round the bar and approach the owner, I hunch over and retch my stomach out at his feet.
“Eye, boy, get out of here! Go, go!” The owner shakes his head and waves his hand at the back of the bar. “Useless, these younglings.”
