“I do not doubt you,” I said. “But it is for that reason I must speak with Gavriel. Your view of Lara was influenced by my father. How are either of us to know the truth?” “Is that an invitation to join you?” he asked. I studied him briefly and then said, “Only if you agree to wear my colors.” His jaw tightened. “Which colors?” “Red for Revekka, blue for Lara, and gray…for when I conquer Vela and free my mother’s people.” “You wish to conquer Vela?” he asked, his brows raising. “I will conquer Vela,” I said. “I will burn it to the ground.”
