Chapter 30: Betrayal

Oliver felt like he had been doused in icy water. Vamira, the Tyrant? It was impossible. He would have known. Vamira told him herself that the Tyrant was dead.

Unless she had lied. Unless she and Odeile had been tricking Oliver from the start. Denial gave way to doubt, and then doubt to terror. Had they tricked Brother Crane, too? Posing as innocent washerwomen with no connection to the Tyrant at all – it made sense. It was a good plan.

‘And it worked,’ Oliver thought, horrified. ‘I’ve been helping a Tyrant to escape!’ A ripple seemed to pass through him, starting at his feet and reverberating up to the crown of his head. A Tyrant – a power-mad warmonger, the sworn enemy of the Crownseekers and of every Goddess-fearing soul in all of Calamere – and he had been assisting her.

Oliver’s head swam. He felt like he wanted to be sick, but his stomach had clenched so tightly that nothing could pass through it. Panic began to pluck on his insides, growing inside him by the second.