Alone in the wraith’s war room, Lykor reviewed the day’s reports. He made a mental note to inform his captain the northern realm’s spring apples would be ripe for harvest. Lykor let his second-in-command handle the inconsequential details of the raid so he wouldn’t have to fuck around with it himself. For whatever reason, Kal jumped at the opportunity to rotate warriors through the rosters. AND FENN IS EVEN WORSE, Lykor thought. STARS, HOW DID KAL MANAGE TO RAISE A SON MORE EAGER THAN— Lykor seized. An unpleasant jolt, like talons slicing into his chest, shredded through the fibers of his
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