Paola Sommer
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The Heart of Azariah
Ebony watched Aiden’s body fall to the ground, clutching the knife in his side. He wasn’t dead—not yet anyway—but the maze was taking its toll. Though he couldn’t see her through the maze’s labyrinth, she had a bird’s eye view from her perch behind the Harvester seats in the arena. She chose this section above the others because the drab Harvester uniforms made it easy to blend in. Of course, her own Miner section would have been the usual choice, but they would be expecting that. Being Azariah’s most wanted meant she had to forgo preferences. She’d only held this status for the last twelve hours, since for ten years Aiden Nathaniel Leona was the prize hunted by the Master and his Enforcers. But now their prize lay dying on the arena floor and the air already wreaked of hunger for fresh game.
By Paola Sommer3 years ago in Fiction