Wirr followed Karaliene, silently cursing his bad luck. He’d known this moment would come eventually, but he’d wanted it to be on his terms, not like this. They reached another small room, not too far from the one they had just left, but empty. They entered, and Karaliene closed the door behind them with a cold anger that made Wirr even more certain of the trouble he had caused. He braced himself. Karaliene turned to him, arms crossed, assessing him with those calculating green eyes he remembered from so many years earlier. “Hello, Cousin,” she said darkly.
