"Take care of this, Keahi," I said, handing him the letter. "Burn it. Leave no trace."
Keahi's eyes flickered with understanding. "As you wish, Master."
My gaze lingered on the ashes as the letter disappeared into flames. I knew the sender's identity, and his intentions were far from pure.
"Vicktor," I whispered, the name tasting bitter.
He dared to summon me, requesting a private meeting. If he wants an audience, he can come to me— to Ashbourne Duchy.
"The moment he sets foot in Ashbourne Duchy," I vowed, a cold determination settling within, "I'll do what I've been waiting to do."
I pushed aside thoughts of the letter and turned my attention to more pressing matters. I wondered if the goblins had completed their task. With winter's passing and summer approaching, they should have made progress. But I've received no updates. What are they doing?
