He was breathing hard when he finished talking, and Zavian was the opposite, calm and collected, yet with the same death stare he carried around.
When Zavian spoke next, Azriel wasn't expecting what he would hear.
"He was using Neera and succeeded in getting my blood through her."
"No," Azriel gave a soft exhale. "No, that can't be right. She wouldn't do that."
"She did, and he did. And now, they have my strongest weakness, and nothing can stop them from killing me. We do not have enough men and women, not for what Aloysius had prepared for us."
"The prophecy," Azriel whispered. He looked at his friend, but Zavian was already donning his armor, already buckling the straps.
"I would follow you out to the fields," Zavian stated. "I want to see the numbers. And I want every Duke and Governors' report on the men in their Kingdoms. We have to move fast."
"How did you know?" Azriel asked. "About Aloysius' plan?"
"Neera told me."
