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The night of the first attack, one had dragged her into the shadows, then lifted her into the air by her ankles, feet over her head, though she'd kicked and thrashed to be free As the incubus had flown ever upward, her body had swung loosely like a rag doll When her head had knocked against a shelf of carved stone, blackness dotted her vision She'd awakened here on this ledge, soh in the tomb

Almost there When she raised herself up on her elbows, she shook so wildly her head bobbed You can do this, Mari One elbow in front of the other Finally finally, she reached the edge - and barely stifled a gasp She'd known she was high up, but didn't realize it was this bad They were at least a hundred feet in the air

Heights Just ducky

When Tera saw Mari peeking over the side, she politely turned up her lantern Though the other irees, Mari couldn't, not yet "Mariketa, are you okay?"

Mari nodded weakly

"Come, then I promise I'll catch you," Rydstro the days, Mari had heard the five of the about their escape, and she'd learned their voices and personalities She liked Rydstrom the best, and not just because he was so stalwart and handsoe deed by

Yet Cade seemed to be able to provoke hiht in the heat of the day "Still acting like a king!" Cade had snapped "But you're not No longer"

Rydstrom had answered, "And whose fault is that, brother?"

The two had, in fact, entered the Hie for the dom - lost because of some act by Cade

As for the archers, Tera was indeed sister to the hotheaded Tierney And Mari suspected the pretty, brunette elf was also an object of great interest to the second male archer, Hild Hild was normally silent, but when he spoke the others listened Mari hadn't discovered if those three had had a specific agenda in entering

"Come on, Mari! Rydstrom won't let you fall," Cade said, and the others nodded with encourageht on that Ge--ronihts because Tera asked, "If you can't juick?"

Over the last teeks on this ledge, each failed atteered the incubi and drained her even more She couldn't even produce illu her

Mari shook her head She was si onto her back She wasn't a puss in most circumstances, but she'd been born and raised in an area situated below sea level She'd never even seen a mountain in person until she'd flown in white-knuckled awe over the Guatele-covered peaks