“And I have this for you,” I say and hold out the opened letter for him. Olbric groans the second he sees it. “Goddammit, of course you do,” he says, snatching it from me with a sigh. His eyes skim the letter, and he makes a sound of disgust. “Blah blah blah, ‘corruption of my son’s eternal soul, God weeps at the magic you weave, the punishment for kidnapping is death.’ He’s gotten so dramatic.”
