Rastaban watched her walk away and felt furious with himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so helpless, either. He watched the line of soldiers he’d thought was his guards withdraw, and then he spun away, dashed back into camp.
“General,” Khouri said. “Where were you? The scouts said --”
“Get men around the perimeter and make sure none of our guards are dead,” Rastaban said. “And send the scouts to me.”
Khouri nodded, darted a worried glance at Rhajj, but both of them bowed and hurried to obey.
Rastaban wasn’t going to be bested by a woman.
2 comments:
I don't think this bodes well for Rastaban. As good as he is, Shanka is better.
Yes. She is better.
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