“What do you think you’re doing, Rostrada?”

General Rostrada’s hand was suddenly gone from her throat and Elanor coughed, hunching over and trying to breathe.

Azzoth was standing there, gripping General Rostrada’s wrist tight and while she couldn’t see his expression she could see the tense draw of his shoulders, his fist balled against his thigh as if ready to fight.

She’d gotten complacent with how long she’d been inside Azzoth’s castle. There were ...