Elyon's Regret by Alison Naomi Holt

Author:Alison Naomi Holt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Denabi Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

I sobel asked the other two to wait on the street while she knocked on Sábria’s door. Since their assignment had been to escort Isobel to the townhome, Harkins bowed. “If you’re comfortable with us leaving, My Lady, our shift begins soon, and we have weapons practice we need to attend.”

“Of course.” The side of her mouth lifted again. “I’m sure no one will accost me when I return to the Temple, and if they do….” She shrugged because they all knew if anyone attacked Isobel, it would be the attacker’s blood that the Blades would be scraping off the cobblestones and not hers.

Harkins acknowledged her words with a nod. “There is an around-the-clock guard on the townhouse whenever the Arch Priestess is in residence. When you leave, you can expect an escort back to the Temple.” She held up her hand when Isobel’s brows drew together. “Nothing to do with your skill level, My Lady, which I happen to know is impressive. It’s protocol. Nothing more.”

Before Isobel turned to go, she waited for Shaya to bow as well.

Shaya bowed low, holding it a beat longer than courtesy dictated. When she rose, she looked straight into the Lady Knight’s eyes.

Isobel dipped her chin slightly to acknowledge the extra portion of respect and then turned and made her way to Sábria’s door. Facing warriors was one thing. Facing someone she hoped was still her friend but feared otherwise had her heart beating painfully in her chest. She rubbed her tunic over her heart, hoping the action would steady her nerves. It didn’t. It did, however, leave a slight stain from the sweat that had gathered in her palms.

This was ridiculous. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, maybe she had, but what other choice could she have made? Leave Ty as a slave to a boor who cared more for his livestock than his slaves? Set her free in Dreyutha? Hardly. Take her to one of her estates? That would have been a better solution than leaving her or setting her free, but then her friend would never have discovered the fate of her child.

Pulling in a deep breath, she raised her fist to knock, but before she rapped on the door, she splayed her fingers. There had been very few occasions in her life where her hands actually shook, but that’s exactly what was happening now. What was wrong with her? Even when the last Pheodran knight had driven his blade through her shoulder, she’d had the courage to put her booted foot into his stomach and step back, dislodging the sword and giving her the distance she needed to kill him.

Isobel bit her lip, contemplating whether she should turn and leave without contacting Sábria. When she’d been at the Temple, it had all seemed so straightforward. She’d hurt her friend, and now, because of that hurt, her friend needed her. “You’re being ridiculous. Just knock already.” Before she could talk herself out of it, Isobel used her knuckles to rap on the door.

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