“And Emelle?” Sylred says, looking around awkwardly at the empty space in the room. “Send one of us a Lust-Breath when you get there so we know you’re with us. I know that Okot can sense you, but we want to be sure. We can’t do whatever is going to happen without you there.” I force myself to turn away from the window and salute him. “Aye, aye, captain.”
