Chapter 11 Silver At The Throat

• "The vessel cannot be allowed to live."
• Kael said it again, slower this time, like the repetition might make Riven understand faster. The silver blade in his hand caught the firelight, angled square at my chest, and every instinct I had screamed to move, to run, to do anything but stand frozen the way I was.
• "Kael." Riven's voice came out low, dangerous, already stepping between us before I registered him moving. "Lower the blade."