The old soldier was my grandfather's creature, I knew that already. But with Henemordonin gone, maybe the demon would listen to me. I held myself still in the large chair I had Jabuticabron bring into my quarters, mimicking my grandfather's throne-like presence in his office, hoping to intimidate or, at least, influence Rutorith's opinion enough to take my armed forces back.

He entered reluctantly, flanked by several guards, while Sequoia glared and Jabut flexed his giant ...