It was almost ten when the vehicles pulled over and they climbed out along the side of the road. Franklin's instincts said to call Migina a final time, but he dismissed it. He'd talk to her when it was over with. She'd only make him promise again that he'd come back alive a promise he'd already made twice.
The rest of the guards were waiting, nervous eyes darting to the quiet fields around them, hands curled around various weapons, but there was no sign of the Execution Council.
Senya checked the time impatiently and clicked her phone. A quick conversation later, she snarled and motioned towards lights in the distance. "They'll meet us there. We're to refrain from killing anyone until they arrive."
Bren gaped. "Are you serious? They want us to take Claudius' mate back without killing anyone? Has Malick gone insane? The Hand of Death is rumored to be there, and the Tormenter. Does he think they'll hand her over without a fight? Does he think Oren and his coven will-"