Void Oath (Sins of Magic Book 1) by Seth Sheffield

Author:Seth Sheffield [Sheffield, Seth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Raith was going to kill Varkha.

Syrin’s blood ran cold. When he learned the Queen’s intention, he could no longer think. His mind went blank. The world stopped. Precious seconds passed where he could do nothing but stand there, uselessly frozen.

Nobody objected. In fact, the Flame-Eaters drew themselves up, wings and expressions taut with excitement. They wanted this. They wanted to watch their Queen kill an enemy.

Not just an enemy. A hrak’ir. The word echoed in his mind in Varkha’s voice.

The thing that sits at the absolute bottom of dragon hierarchy. The smallest, most useless creature imaginable.

Syrin began shaking. Watching a living, breathing creature burn to death of his own free will was one thing, but he wouldn’t let it happen to Varkha.

Why? Why does this keep happening? he thought. Why is the world so cruel to those I care about?

Reality snapped back when Shithi stepped ahead on the platform and put his claws around Varkha’s midsection, preventing him from running. The man’s struggles were useless.

“No!” Syrin shouted.

Shithi and other Flame-Eaters were shocked that he would dare defy their Queen. But Raith glanced down at him with a condescending smile. To her, he was nothing more than a lower being who didn’t know any better.

“I’m sorry, my little mage,” she said, as if consoling a child whose favorite toy had broken. “But you have no say in the matter.”

Syrin’s fists clenched, a string of curses on his tongue. He dared not let them loose in case the Queen took his disobedience out on Varkha instead.

“You can’t,” Syrin pleaded. “He did nothing wrong. He isn’t even supposed to be here!”

Raith listened, but her smug expression told Syrin she had no intent of taking his words into consideration. She only let him speak for the pleasure of watching him squirm.

But Syrin wasn’t deterred. As long as he had her attention, he had a chance. If it meant begging, so be it.

“It’s me you want, right?” Syrin asked. “Then you can have me. Please just let Varkha go back to the Lightning Spire.”

“Syrin!” Varkha snapped, glaring daggers at him. But as he spoke out of turn, Shithi dug his claws into him, making Varkha hiss.

Raith tilted her head. “My Flame-Eaters did nothing wrong, yet Grímhildr killed them, did she not?”

Syrin’s jaw fell open but he couldn’t muster a proper reply. “They—they attacked first.”

Raith’s grin was a yellow-white crescent. “Of course they did. They were in the right, my little mage. The ritual had to be stopped. But let’s be thankful it didn’t go as planned. If it worked properly, you would not be standing here.”

Syrin cursed his own ignorance. What was going on? Had the Stormdancers lied to him or was Raith twisting the story to confuse him?

“She killed an enemy on her own territory. That was her right. Now, I will do the same.” Raith leaned in until her snout was inches from Syrin’s face. her hot, sour breath ghosted across his skin. “And there is nothing you can do to stop me.

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