Eldridge huffs. “Like I’m going to trust that cunt to take down Legion. Singard or Sin or whatever the fuck his name is—none of those kingdom cunts ever get anything done.” He interlocks his fingers and stretches his hands out in front of him, rolling his neck as he does. “I’m not waiting around while they have a pissing contest. I’ll leave tomorrow—I’ll bring her back, and I’ll roll a few heads doing it.”
