‘He can’t be,’ he said, his voice heavy with dread. ‘She’s right,’ the voice came from the doorway. Furi was there, shadows gathering in the rings beneath her eyes. ‘No,’ Rayan choked. Furi looked pained. ‘The Two-Bladed Tyrant has been our prisoner for these last ten years. It was Nerad who worked with him to make the deal with the Crescent tribe. Our prisoner, yes. But also our ambassador.’
