“No, Monarch. I was only concerned for you.” Ugly anger took over Northstrider’s heart for a moment. She was talking about a boy who had grown fat on bounty he’d stolen from Northstrider. Just by suggesting Lindon could be a threat, she was insulting him. But Northstrider was hundreds of years old. He took control of himself immediately. She did not intend the disrespect, and what was more, she was right. Lindon was a threat. She had said nothing inaccurate. “I have plans to deal with him,” Northstrider said.
