Azariah’s POV
Knock, Knock. The scepter struck heavily on the flagstone floor, and all of a sudden, numerous torches were lit on the walls on all sides, illuminating the room as if it were day. The fire shone in my eyes, and I closed them with a jerk, and with a single glance I could see that I was no longer in the thatched cottage. There are no other buildings in the valley. Where did he take me? The sheer terror made me tremble and I could hear my teeth clashing against each other.
This is worse than I thought! He took me, and Blayze didn't stop him, or he didn't have the power to, or maybe he didn't even know! It doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is that I have no man to fall back on now. And neither this sick wizard nor his ugly servant is a man who would take pity on a woman even if I were the most beautiful woman in the world and countless men would fall for me, not even them!
