The sight of Nayari lying limp in the arms of one of the priests nearly sent him to his knees. “What have you done to her?” He didn’t wait for a reply but scooped her fragile body into his arms. The other priest bowed and backed up a step. “I had to stop her from escaping. I found her scurrying through the back corridor searching for a way out through our chambers.” “You had no right to injure her. You should have called me.” Khanu swung Nayari around and headed for her room. “This way, warrior. We’ll take her to a room below where she won’t escape so easily.” Khanu hesitated. He looked down at her face, so beautiful in this artificial sleep. Her shallow breathing worried him. “What did you do to her?” “A balm to make her sleep.” Khanu growled. She’d be groggy and sick when she awoke. Grudgingly, he followed the priest to a dark flight of stone stairs. He squeezed his broad shoulders through a narrow door and set Nayari on a small cot in a windowless chamber lit only by a torch in a sconce on the wall.
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