Prologue
“Set for Vira? Are you sure?” I asked. The relief of Tyron’s disappearance relaxed through me as I stared at the terraplunger.
“I didn’t spend six years studying the Book of Damur for nothing. One hundred and sixty-nine realm settings are engraved right here,” Sebastian said, tapping his temple with a bloody fingertip. “There’s no mistake. That bastard’s high-tailed it home and isn’t likely to be back again for some time.”
Arta wiped the congealing blood from his sword. “Well I say good riddance.”
“For now, maybe.” Sebastian accepted my arm and rose to his feet. “But we must prepare for his return, and I’m certain he will return.”
“Probably. But he’d be foolish to come alone,” Arta agreed. “He wouldn’t last the day if I caught a glimpse of his depraved face. I’d love another pop at him. What do you say, Hemming?”
“His father and brother both died at his hand. I don’t think we should underestimate him.”
I could only hope that the words of Sebastian’s father wouldn’t come back to haunt me.
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