“Relax, little monster,” Bael said. “We just want to talk.” I swallowed a laugh. Talk? No. Not possible. And yet, it had to be…because he couldn’t be lying. “About what?” “The question you should be asking, Sl–” Prince Scion broke off, clearly stopping short of calling me a Slúagh for some reason. “—isn’t what we want. You should think about what you want.”
