“So, you’re
down a few guards already. What about the rest?”
“I will handle them,” I told him.
Delano lowered his glass. “None of them can be swayed to join our
side?”
I smiled faintly at his optimism. “I don’t believe so.”
“See? Marshmallow.” Elijah leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the
desk. “First thing he asks? How did the Maiden get scarred? The second
thing?” He finished off his whiskey as Naill hid his smile behind his hand.
“Can any of the guards be saved? Soon, he’s gonna ask—” He cursed as
Delano turned, knocking his legs off the desk with a swipe of his arm,
nearly toppling Elijah out of his chair. He righted himself with one hand.
“My apologies.”
“Uh-huh.” Delano turned.”