Nefretiri
"Gamma Vince heard from him," Greg crouched beside me with the first piece of information anyone had about Ivan. I had stayed distracted the whole time, unable to focus on anything except breathing. "He's okay."
"Something's still wrong," they couldn't feel what I could. Something had changed in Ivan, but I didn't know what it was. "You can't feel it?"
"We all sense it," Robert agreed, staring at me across the room. He hadn't said much since I announced that Ivan was hurt, and I felt he knew more than he was telling.
"What do you know?" I demand, not in the mood to pretend with him. If I had to, I'd out him for what he was and fuck the consequences.
"Ivan is fighting Jake." He didn't try to avoid the subject or give me an excuse. He just came out and said it. "They're fighting for the title of King."
"What?" Alister looked shocked, but the news settled my stomach a little. "Are you saying one of them invoked a fucking challenge?"
