Then Druk, the bone-plated brute, broke the silence.
"You don't think he's gotten to Nira… do you?"
Gork's face twisted, concern flaring in his eyes. He raised his voice immediately, panic creeping into his tone.
"Nira! Is that you?! Reveal yourself!"
But there was no need for her to respond.
The blow I'd delivered to her head earlier must've shaken her concentration—her stealth faltered, then failed entirely. Her outline shimmered once, and then she was visible again, sprawled beneath me in the dirt.
At the same time, I dropped my own concealment. The shadows peeled away from me like mist clearing at dawn. No more hiding.
In one swift motion, I grabbed Nira by the arm and yanked her to her feet, twisting her around so her back was against my chest. My other hand pressed [Gravefang] firmly against her throat, the blade's edge kissing her skin.
The clearing froze.
