Coliseum Arcanist (Frith Chronicles Book 3) by Shami Stovall

Coliseum Arcanist (Frith Chronicles Book 3) by Shami Stovall

Author:Shami Stovall [Stovall, Shami]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Capital Station Books
Published: 2020-02-16T16:00:00+00:00


30

Thieves

Luthair slithered through the shadows, darting into the hall ahead of me.

I took a moment to re-button my shirt and secure my belt, still flustered from my encounter with Karna. It had taken such a bizarre direction I didn’t even know how I would describe it to Zelfree. Hopefully, he would just understand.

I walked out of the balcony room, into the second-story hallway, and then headed to the nullstone statue staircase. Arcanists traveled up and down the steps, all of them discussing the queen. From what I gleaned, the women didn’t like her dress, but most of the men enjoyed it. I couldn’t do anything with that information, so I pushed it from my mind as I entered the main hall.

The instant I got into the ballroom, individuals pointed and muttered. I avoided eye contact and stuck to the walls. To my surprise, tables of food and drink had been set up in the corners, and I had to walk my way around them to get anywhere.

“Volke.”

I turned toward the sound of my name and spotted Zaxis by a table covered with platters of lamb chops. Bowls of colorful sauces surrounded each tray, but Zaxis had pushed them aside and dragged a whole pile of meat closer to him. With the utmost care, he plucked the lamb from the tray and stacked it onto a personal plate. Only then did he eat it with a delicate silver fork, like he was a fancy lord slowly consuming the rations for an entire army. The castle servant watched from the other side of the table, his eyebrows high.

“I’m so glad I found you,” I said as I walked over to Zaxis.

He gave me the once-over and sneered. “What happened?”

With my face hot, I fixed the mix-matched buttons of my shirt and tucked it below the waist of my trousers.

“Oh, does this have to do with that trull you brought to the gala?” Zaxis chuckled. “Rather gauche to get so frisky in a public place. You should learn from Illia and me. We keep it classy.”

“I don’t want hear about you and Illia,” I growled. “Have you seen Master Zelfree?”

“Hmm?”

Zaxis skewered another lamb chunk and tore it off the fork with his teeth.

He wore an outfit strikingly similar to mine, but he also wore a red scarf around his neck—one with phoenixes stitched into the design.

“Yeah,” Zaxis said. “I did see him. He was talking to those arcanists.” Then he motioned with a jerk of his head.

I followed his gaze to a group of four men standing near a table of wine and liquor. I had to stop myself from laughing. None of them were wearing shirts. They wore trousers and thick boots, but that was it. Their chests, arms, and sometimes even their stomachs, were covered in scars, however. Animal wounds. Claws, teeth… So many.

Each of them had the same arcanist mark—a multi-headed hydra. And each of them had tightly cured hair, cinnamon in color.

“Are those men from Hexa’s hometown?” I asked.

Zaxis nodded.



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