"How many of your allies stand with you not because they care about the mistreatment of humans, of women like me, but because they resent being challenged by a man who was human once?" Conall pulled back into his own seat, reaching for his wine, and Laszlo and Asterion both stared at me. I continued, "How many are just waiting for Birsha to fall so they can steal for themselves in the reckoning?" "Several, I imagine," Asterion said in a low velvet tone, drawing my eyes to his. "I will fight them too. And I will not be alone, I promise you that."
