“Cousin,” I said. “I challenge you.” “You challenge me?” he laughed. “And am I to believe that the fae bastards next to you won’t become involved the moment it looks like you’re about to die?” I smiled at him. “Lorian, Marth, Galon,” I said, never taking my eyes off Eadric’s, “this is the man who killed Cavis.” Three feral snarls sounded behind me. “I challenge you,” they said in unison. Movement beside me. Lorian was slowly turning his head. Galon rolled his eyes, waving a hand. “Fine.” Marth had gone still, and his gaze was stuck to Lorian’s. “He’s mine,” Marth said.
