Chapter 18: Scared
It was already close to midnight when Ezekiel entered his tent. He oversaw the checking of every man and tent in his army, making sure to eliminate every spy from Helion they came across.
True enough, they found two more men with the mark of the serpent on their bare backs—one hidden among the servants assigned in the armories, and one hidden among infantry soldiers.
Once that was done, he immediately returned to his tent where Cora was currently waiting for him. Quickly getting up from her chair, she greeted him the moment she saw him. "Your Highness."
Ezekiel simply gave her a nod before his gaze darted towards Tarah. "She’s already sleeping," Cora informed him. "I’ve prepared the tub for you."
"Thank you, Cora," he hummed in gratitude. "You can leave now."
Cora promptly took her leave, and Ezekiel then went to the partition where the tub was currently located.
Stripping himself of his clothes, he cleaned himself of the sweat and grime he accumulated throughout the day. Winter was coming, yet his body temperature was burning up. He inwardly cursed as he touched his back. The dragon scales were almost on the entirety of his back right now.
[I can smell a dragonrider’s blood!]
Ezekiel’s body froze. He could feel a powerful force inside him trying to control his body. There’s a glistening fire burning within, making the water around him suddenly boil.