Sera stormed through the halls of the palace with the determination of a woman seconds away from making several deeply questionable decisions.
Which---
Was an accurate description...
Because she absolutely was!
Her boots struck sharply against the polished obsidian floors as servants scrambled out of her way. Somewhere behind her, Sir Krynn was probably still recovering from the audacity of her shoving past him, scoffing and muttering about "mad" females under his breath.
Good!
He deserved it...
If it hadn't been for that scaled monkey, then her message would have reached Kael in time, and she wouldn't be in this mess. Heck, she would bet that the pompous matchstick had been stalling her message on purpose.
In fact, she was willing to put money on it!
Once this was all over, she would find a witch or a warlock to put a hex on the avigat. Not anything terrible. But something mean, annoying, and frustrating. Like having a scratch he would never be able to reach!
