“The whole contest was called off anyway. How were they supposed to impress her?”
One bald old man argued. Zala knew who they were but she didn't have the strength to think of them as more than old men with legs in the grave
Zala snorted out loud, attracting their attention.
She took it from there.
“Impress me?” She looked down on all of them one by one from her nose from where she stood apart from Terris, Blaize, and Kevoy.
“With what?” She quizzed with a mocking grin.
“You!” An old Duke she didn't recognize yelled at her. He was pointing a withered finger her way. And he was shaking so much that it looked like any more provocation would land him in the grave.
But did Zala care?
She did not!
Zala raised a brow, “What? It’s a valid question.” She shrugged with a mocking grin,
