Chapter 70

• The sounds of thudding hooves and neighs of horses filled the atmosphere, I instinctively stepped closer to Orian at these sounds and I hated it. In turn, he reached out a hand and pushed me behind him closer to his horse and nearer to his back. I wondered what his people would think, him forming a protective shield around an enemy, a captive of their attack.
• The foreign horses came into view and from the scent I perceived, I could tell that they were demons. The man at the forefront that led them couldn't be mistaken for any other than their king, great! When did we ever piss off the demons?
• He rode his horse towards us and pulled it to a stop. The man looked pissed, his dirty blonde hair looked like what was cut in the 1800s and his blue eyes assessed me with disgust, double great.