willing participant in this farce.”

With a gasp, Natalie jerked toward the direction of these words. There was a young man casually sitting in the window of the tower room. He was pale skinned with startling blue eyes and spiked platinum hair. The black garb of an assassin adorned his lean body.

“The Diirtak,” she whispered. “You have come to finish me?”

Leaping lightly from his perch, the man scoffed. “No, I’ve nothing to do with those savages. You may call me Eli. I’ve come to get you out.”

She stared, uncomprehending. Get her out? Natalie had been under the impression that she hadn’t a friend left in the world. As Eli approached her abused form, she felt exposed yet helpless to do anything about it.

“Allow me,&r...

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