And Sik'ra, who noticed, raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was smiling, staring at Jorghan.
He looked back at Jorghan and then shook his head, not wanting to ponder about these two.
"Tell me everything," Jorghan said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
"Every detail of Lamorg's plan. How did you track us? How you orchestrated the chimera attack. What you intended to do with my cousin and Scarlett once you had them. Leave nothing out."
Through the haze of pain, through tears and snot and the absolute breakdown of dignity, Kelris told him. The words spilled out in gasping fragments—how Lamorg had been consumed by rage after his father's death, how he'd gathered the clan's most loyal warriors, how they'd made contact with a beast-master in the deep forest who could control chimeras through blood-binding rituals.
