“Ah,” he growled, showing me a wicked smirk. “So you are the little piece of halfbreed filth that has infected my ranks. I heard about you and your wild, mongrel of a drake.” I squeezed the hunting knife in my hand, putting myself between the Lord General and Sile. “No,” I said. “I’m the little piece of halfbreed filth that isn’t going to let you murder my sponsor!”
