“Remy is sending Talhan to Murreneir,” Rua mumbled, looking down as Renwick dealt. Thador laughed, leaning back in his chair. “The delightful puppy in the body of a warrior?” “Watch it,” Bri growled. “It’ll be like old times,” Renwick said, rubbing his temple, thumb digging into his flesh as if he were trying to loosen a tight muscle. Rua narrowed her eyes at the movement. “Old times?” she asked, her eyes darting to Bri. “Oh, you don’t know?” Thador began. “Say another word and I’ll cut out your tongue,” Bri hissed, her voice laced with venom. Rua frowned at the Eagle.
