Chapter 13

Executioner

Calamity’s feet carried her through the antechamber and into the reception room where she’d been instructed to find the Duke of Aytos. No guards. No escorts. No servants.

My jaw gritted painfully in anticipation, terror knotted around my spine, tight and agonizing.

The Golden Rake of Aytos—Soran Karamanlih, descendant of the disciple of the Cerulean Sea Serpent. A philanderer who competed with Yun Wu and the......