The room went dead silent. Fenric's red eyes sharpened, and Noah's smirk vanished, replaced by a look of sudden, intense focus.
They knew exactly what that meant. They knew that once I started with Damar, I would be locked away in the Sovereign Wing for three days, and the 'first mate' would be completely out of his mind with the rut.
"Tonight?" Fenric rumbled, his voice like grinding stone. "Arinya, the trenches are still being cleared of carcasses. The valley is barely secure."
"I know," I said, holding his gaze. "But he's reached his limit. He saved Thalor. He held the ridge. He's waited longer than anyone, and I promised him he'd be first. If I make him wait another week, he might actually snap."
Even waiting till tonight seems too long. I want to get on with it right away because I can't help but anticipate it as well.
Noah let out a long, low whistle. "Three days of Damar in a rut. Great. We all know how that played out the last time."
