He didn’t like this, not their smiles nor their slow pace. His skin itched with apprehension. “Where’s Navarre?” “Headed to the council room, last I saw,” Bareth answered, twisting his sword in his hand, impatient to split a demon in two. “What?” Captain Savard snapped, grabbing Bareth’s shirtsleeve in his fist. “I left him in the arena. Was Sampson with him?” “No.” Bareth shook his head slowly, then his jaw dropped, as if he’d just realized what his words meant. “He’ll be trapped,” Captain Savard whispered. The demons were no longer important. “Nero, Soren, Flynn. Come with me. Bareth, take command.” “Yes, sir.” Bareth smiled with eager anticipation. “Guardians!” Captain Savard’s voice echoed down the halls. “Follow Bareth. He will bring justice this day.” The Guardians roared their acceptance even as Captain Savard moved through his men with the chosen three on his heels.
