With the fight with Sarah over, Katelina pushed past Micah and up the stairs. The sun had shifted. The shaded area was smaller. She crept past it, braving the light. Ishkur stood near the edge of the building. His armor was dented. Blood ran down one arm and one leg in scarlet streaks.

At least they'd wounded him.

Zander was in front of their enemy, wielding the mace. His shoulders heaved. Brandle stood to his left, his face hard.

But there was no ...