I smothered a gasp. My heart thumped against my ribs in horror. My eyes scanned Blythe’s face and the faces of the other Sunwalker sacrifices. They were a mix of old and young. Most of them I realized were soldiers. Men and women trained for battle and destruction, the same people who were in the actual wars.
How didn’t I see this? How didn’t I notice all the years passed with us losing important members of nobility? I always thought the choice was at random.
No. Of course not. They planned for this. Everyone here had a purpose. From the man known for battle strategy, from the famed map maker, to the explosive specialist and finally to Blythe.
Blythe who I thought would never be chosen because he’s the next King. Here, in front of the other Sunwalkers, I realize what he was here for.
