Fenrir turns on his brother, face red. “Are youmad? She attacked the heir of your kingdom, yourbrother.”
“And given everything she’s gone through,” he says, shrugging, “I’d say it was long overdue.” He crosses his arms. “She’s exhausted, Fenrir. We all know the toll it’s taking.”
I smile warmly at Mal.At least someone gets it.
Sputtering, Fenrir stomps his foot. He’s a child whose toy has been taken from him. “As your heir, I command you to?—”
“Youarethe heir,” Mal concedes. “But I am the leader of yourarmy.” He dismisses the men and Baris finally releases me. “Choose your next commands carefully, brother, or you may find yourself without protection.”
That seals Fenrir’s lips. He knows where we are and without protection certainly spells death. He throws a murderous glare my way, as if I’ve tainted his brother against him.
“Fine. But she keeps away.” He points to a few guards. “You watch her.”
He’s such a prick.
Reid places his dagger back into his belt. “Good choice.”
