Elian's POV
*****
[Well, this is juicier than expected. Let's start weighing your luck with some sure odds. Who knows? You might end up visiting your first battlefield already.]
'Shut it for the goddess's sake!'
"What?" Kyren lost his cool the second Farrell brought his report.
The bond suddenly flared to life, flowing with his rage. It was all-consuming, like black fire eating at everything that had life.
Elian shivered but that ceased when Kyren brought his eyes to him.
His crimson eyes lingered for a few seconds before he spoke to Farrell. "And the Dukes? Onika especially. Gravethorn is under her jurisdiction so any word from her?"
Farrell swallowed hard. "Sir, the other Dukes have called for a state of emergency and are on their way to your palace as we speak. As for Duke Onika... Let's just say she's pissed."
Elian could barely understand what they were saying, but he sure knew it wasn't good.
