章 18: Chapter 18: Enemy of My Enemy

Ambrose Drak

Ambrose slinks about like a thief in the night - something he hasn't felt the need to do since his fourteenth birthday. That was the night he and Braylin had managed to sneak off with two full flasks of wine.

All had been well until his mother caught them.

The woman had a six sense about her that always led to the discovery of his mischief. At this hour, he'd give anything to see a smile on her face once more or to hear her words of wisdom.

Flashes of light streak across the sky, and the concussive rumble of an explosions vibrates underfoot. Keeping to the shadows, he makes his way across the grounds. The garden tree line, thick and lush, along with the statues surrounding the area, offer some much-needed protection from prying eyes. But if he doesn't find a way out of the maze of vegetation soon, his traitorous uncle will find him.