Oleksander seems to have forgotten our previous disagreement in light of the news I bring him. He paces the small room behind his throne as I finish explaining what I've seen and heard, his big nose wrinkling every time he comes near me. I still catch the reek of the revenants on me and am just as disgusted by my scent as he must be.
But he doesn't comment on the smell I've brought with me, instead huffing to a halt when I'm done speaking.
"We must locate those responsible immediately," he growls. "Why would Femke wait this long to inform us of the issue?"
I shrug. "At first, she didn't know what they were," I say, repeating what she told me just before I returned home to report to my grandfather. "And when she finally realized what she was dealing with, she didn't want to come to us fo
