Mirabelle stepped onto the stone floor, her sword drawn.
"King of Crows," she said.
The figure turned. The mask was terrifying in the moonlight.
"Your Majesty," he bowed slightly. "And Revas. You look... damp."
Revas stepped forward, his shadows flaring, coiling around him like snakes.
"I'm going to peel that mask off your face," Revas growled. "And then I'm going to feed it to you."
"You can try," the Crow King said. He walked to the edge of the tower. "But I think you'll find I'm hard to catch."
"You have nowhere to go," Mirabelle said. "The tower is surrounded."
"Is it?" the Crow asked.
He reached into his coat.
Revas lunged.
The Crow didn't draw a weapon. He threw something on the ground.
FLASH.
A blinding burst of light exploded. Mirabelle cried out, shielding her eyes. When the spots cleared from her vision, the Crow was gone.
Revas was standing at the edge, looking down.
"He jumped," Revas said, disbelief in his voice.
Mirabelle ran to the edge.
