“I quite like this idea.” Devon said, now looking at me in a different light after I told him a quarter of what I had planned out. Of course I couldn’t give him everything. He’d have to work with me.
“So what do we need to start?” He asked and I released a big breath, running through the list in my head.
“I want you to help me meet the nighthorn Alpha.”
Devon looked at me. Really looked at me as if I had gone mad.
“Do you even know who you’re asking to meet?”
“I know.” I said. “He is the right hand man of the King.”
“You’re asking for trouble.”
“It’s more like I’m asking for death. But I need to meet him. It’s important. And only you can help me.”
“I can’t.” He said. “My influence is limited. And I’m sorry to say, but the right hand man of the king is way above our league.”
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