“We will come for your maker in time, Huntress,” the Hunter said. “Tell Temural his time will come.” “Temural,” Tessa said, feeling the blood drain from her face. “You know of Temural?” There was no regret on her features like there had been on Tristyn’s. No, there was nothing but an indifference that only added to the hurt as Auryon said, “No one else can send a Huntress to his daughter. We only answer to him.”
