CHAPTER 22That same night, Pandora felt the pull of hunger as humans fought and bled all over the streets. She licked her lips, careful to avoid her sharp canines. She had a job to do, and needed to concentrate. Having rested all day, she’d woken when the sun set, and spent a long time considering the implications of how the city guards had known to raid this morning’s meeting at a rarely used, little-known emergency meeting place, and at an unusual hour. There could be only one reason: a rat.
But Pandora had a plan.
When she found the high-ranking Avadierish commander, she sauntered up to him, running her finger seductively along his collar. “Do you have some free time?” she huskily asked, eyes hooded.
“Ah, well, I’m—I’m supposed to be available in case the Army of the Phoenix or city
