“What do you want with Rafe?” Asher asked, his voice hard as stone.
Across the border, the rogue who called himself Conall tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question. The faint smile on his face never faded.
“So… Rafe is his name,” Conall said thoughtfully, almost amused.
The way he said it made several Crimson Fang warriors shift uneasily.
“Isn’t it obvious what we want?” Conall continued, folding his arms behind his back with a calm confidence that did not belong to any ordinary rogue. “We will deliver him to our King.”
His eyes gleamed faintly.
“So our King may make an example of him.”
A murmur passed through the gathered wolves.
“An example,” Conall repeated slowly, “of what happens to anyone who attempts to harm our Queen.”
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