Kira's POV
"So you know your orders." Elira's voice was cold even in my memory, sounded through the whole place like a dagger made of ice.
I tried to adjust the cloth that covered my face as I bent down behind a high land, my eyes were on the camp below. I can hear the voice coming from the camp below me and fire was burning on the golden sand.
From where I'm hiding, the figures were difficult to identify but I could recognize the smell coming from there. Seraphina smells like darkness and betrayal.
"I don't need to be reminded," I said slowly.
The vial in my palm was still warm, I could feel the heat close to my body, it was colorless, odorless, lethal in even a few drops, Elira had promised it would be painless for Seraphina at least. For me? I was not very so sure.
