Chapter 29: The Yield

Anaya

“Genthral was beautiful this time of year.” Anaya had found a way to distinguish the rebel spy from the other guards. He had a scar that ran along his chin.

He was outside near the gardens when she approached him. They stood in the cool shade of a large tree. The garden was beautiful with the spring in full force.

“I was there in Genthral.” The rebel snickered.

Anaya didn't let her face show her fury. She wondered which of her people he had killed. One day he would pay. They all would.

“Do you want information or not?” Anaya sneered. She was grumpy. Azrel had barely spoken to her last week. The last thing he told her was that the plan was in place.

“Right here?”

“I think it would be best to tell you as soon as possible.” Anaya responded dryly.

Despite her attitude, the guard led her to a more private corner of the garden. She sat on a marbled bench. He stood beside her, the glint of the sun off his armor was almost blinding.