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Trik knew that only the protection of the Forest Lords had gotten him inside the Dark King’s castle. Once inside he had opened himself and allowed his soul to seek out their Chosen. He made it to the room where he had heard her voice. He tried the door handle and it was locked. Just as he was about to kick it in, a little she-elf came around the corner. She squeaked in surprise and then her face lit up.
“Praise the Forest Lords, you’re here,” she told him as she hurried to the door. She pulled out a key and slipped it into the lock and turned it quietly.
“You must get in there. Lorsan has already bound her to him with a blood sacrifice and now he plans to consummate it.”
Trik felt his blood begin to boil but he knew that he had to keep his calm. He had centuries of experience masking his true emotions. He drew on this experience and cloaked himself in the cold sensation.
“Thank you,” he told the woman.
She clucked her tongue at him and pushed him forward. “Quit thanking me and go save your Chosen.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed the door open silently and stepped into the room.
Chapter 18
Don’t ever tell yourself that you aren’t capable of murder. Under the right circumstances, anyone can become a killer. Under the wrong circumstances, the killer becomes the one capable of torture, anguish, cruelty, and all manner of unspeakable things. I am one such killer and the wrong circumstances have happened to my beloved. Death will be a mercy to those who have earned my wrath; it will be a mercy they will not receive.