"Mudrel," Herald greeted, his voice calm, utterly devoid of surprise.
My mind reeled. Mudrel. The name slammed into me, a chilling, undeniable truth. Mudrel. The man responsible for Prudee Sapphire's death. Evelina's brother. The one who had killed him. The commander of the men in red hats and tunics.
I wasn't angry. Just utterly, profoundly shocked at the plot twist that had just occurred. Herald, the warrior fighting the cult, was allied with Mudrel, the man who had murdered Evelina's brother. My mind scrambled, trying to process this impossible connection. The lines were blurring into an unrecognizable mess.
"Herald," I managed, my voice a little strained, "how… how do you know Mudrel?" My gaze darted between the two men, trying to find a logical explanation for this bizarre alliance.
