POV: Lira Kang
Lira rode into Vask Stronghold and didn't dismount before giving the first order.
"Assemble the advance unit. I'm taking command."
The field commander, a broad-shouldered enforcer named Grath, stepped into her path before she'd finished speaking. "Advance unit answers to me. Dorian's orders."
"Dorian's orders change when I walk through that gate." Lira swung down off her horse, unhurried, and held Grath's gaze until he looked away first. "Where is he."
"War room."
She found Dorian bent over a map table, three commanders around him arguing over troop routes. He looked up when she entered, and the room went quiet in a way that told her the argument had been about her before she'd walked in.
"You weren't supposed to be back for another week," Dorian said.
"Plans changed
