Nefretiri
"How is he one of Shakka's generals?" Ivan tried to correct, and I frowned. Didn't they all say they knew who he was? "He should still be in Siberia."
"No," Mary kept her voice low, and I looked up in case Simon would magically show up. "Shakka released him a few years ago."
"That still doesn't explain how he's a general. What is he? Thirty?" Luke tapped the table. His eyebrows knit in confusion. "At best, he could be a Sargent."
"He's forty-eight," That didn't help me, but even Odie looked surprised. How had she heard the name too? "And it was part of his plea bargain."
"To be one of the generals?" Ivan didn't look convinced. His eyes get that glassy look, and I know he's mind-linking someone. After a moment, I heard movement from upstairs and realized he was calling Vince. Of course, it made sense. He'd been in the dragon army.
"No, as the general of all the army," It's terrible when even Dylan whines.
