Of course it did. Gisela considered running.I should never have agreed to bed down with them.She knew better. No one could ever be trusted, and being this close to them gave them the opportunity to study her and her habits.
“She’s bound for Oath Island.” Masakage sat back to stare at her. “I think we both know why.”
“To kill anaþaswereso her queen can invade Licordia. But you needn’t bother.”
His words made her instantly curious. “Why would you say that? Have you already killed the demon?”
He laughed. “No.”
“Then the demon could still be alive.”
The men exchanged a look she didn’t understand.
“Not for long.” X handed his cup to Masakage. “Xaydin Kazakh has been put to the task.”
That name went through her like a lightning bolt. “Xaydin Kazakh?” she repeated.
Masakage arched his brow as he put the cup away. “You know him?”
“Only by reputation.” He was a prince whose father had been dethroned and then killed by anaþaswere. As such, Xaydin had made it his life’s quest to kill as many of them as he could. His exploits were legendary.
As was the rumor that he was insane.
Her assignment just became a lot harder.
Which meant she needed more information. “I’m surprised the High King would entrust a fallen prince with such a task.”
Another odd look passed between the men. They definitely knew something about this that she didn’t.
The question was what?
“You know the High King?” she prompted.
X shrugged with a smirk. “We’ve crossed paths a few times.”
That formed a lump in her stomach as a bad feeling went through her. “Are you one of his Outlaws?”
His expression turned dark. “Why would you ask such?”
Because if they were, she’d have to kill them.
“Call me curious.”
“You seem more sleepy than curious.” Masakage glanced toward the bed.
An unexpected wave of exhaustion hit her. It’d been a long day of travel…a full week of it as she made her way toward Oath Island where theaþaswerelived.
She’d only stopped here because she needed to find a ferry or boat to take her across to their island. Something she couldn’t do this late at night, as she’d been told no one piloted a boat there after dusk.
Before she could stop herself, she let out a large yawn.
“Perhaps you should go on to bed?” Masakage asked her.
She nodded as she climbed, fully clothed, into the bed that was large enough to hold a giant.
He waved his hand in a circle, and as he did so, a soft blanket covered her. It was amazingly comfortable.
And made her even more tired.
