Readying her khandjar, she pulled back the translucent netting and…froze. An almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips.
The sovereign’s eyes snapped open and, in one fluid motion, sprang from the bed, dagger in hand, and stood facing the intruder. The sovereign seemed to turn to stone herself as she stared at her wood-be assassin. She knew she must call to her guard, but instead finally whispered, “Akila?”
Akila knew her only chance at surviving this failed attempt was to run before the guards were alerted. But the shock was sitting heavy on her body, “Chione,” she breathed.
The words that echoed in the minds of both women were simply, but how?
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