Malrik POV

Quillan leaned forward, a sly curve tugging at his mouth, the kind of smile that said he hadn’t run out of words yet.

“You still doubt their motives? Do you really think they wouldn’t stoop low enough to strike a bargain with the enemy? Say that to the Mancinis.” His tone was smooth, laced with dark amusement. “Weren’t you dragged before the council not long ago? Tell that to those power-hungry sloths who call themselves leaders. By now you should know some would ...