Book Seven: Chapter 141

Cyrus had his eyes closed, but felt a heavy presence watching over him. He was lying on a cot that had been set up outside and behind the command tent. With the addition of new troops this morning, it was essentially standing-room-only inside, but he and a few others had taken some quick cat naps on a trio of cots tucked beneath a canopy. Even fully clothed, he was covered by two thick blankets to maintain the illusion that he was cold. In reality, it was actually quite comfortable and he wished whoever it was would kindly fuck off.

When he opened his eyes, it was to gaze upon the stern visage of the witch, Elizabeth. Her dark eyes were piercing, and perhaps a lesser man would suspect that she could somehow see all of his secrets.

However, Cyrus was not a lesser man, nor would he be intimidated by a woman who had likely sold her soul to the devil to gain power. Witches came from all walks of life, but the way the shadows shifted oddly when Elizabeth was nearby, he had to