Chapter 186: Confrontation

Anaisa stumbled slightly, making as much noise as she could with her feet to give advanced warning of their approach to those below.

To Trace.

Barnabas grabbed her arm more tightly with his hand. It would surely bruise.

He pushed her ahead of him as a kind of shield.

Behind them walked a few soldiers, and then the king, alongside Sanders. She looked over her shoulder at the seer.

His face was grave, and concentrating, and it made her wonder if Emily was whispering to him. She had to admit the experience was rather unnerving, having another person speaking in your mind.

Anaisa concentrated on the tasks ahead. They were difficult, and so much could go wrong. They had planned for as much as possible, but Barnabas had been playing political and intrigue games for longer than she'd been alive.