“I’ve got to get out of here,” Nive whispered to Hope once they were free of the tower where the witch and warrior plotted and schemed. Ayla had dismissed both young women in order to discuss a plan of battle, which suited Nive very well. She had a plan of her own to battle through. “Will you help me?”
“I can’t help you escape,” Hope said reluctantly, screwing her face up with the effort it took to say no to the enchanting young blonde. “My loyalty is to…”
“We have to get out of here,” Nive said, clutching at Hope with more than a touch of melodrama. “The both of us. What is loyalty to a witch or a flag when our love is at stake?”