It wasn’t Lees’s name that Ormo gave her then. It was more than a year before his name came up. In the meantime, things returned to business as usual for Syrina, with the addition of Triglav. Watch him, steal that, kill her. Working with the owl became as natural for her as it had being alone. He seemed to know her thoughts, and he always did what she wanted.
When Lees’s name came up, it came up like all the others had.
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She met Ormo in his Hall. It was decorated like his private chambers, and for that matter, like most of Eheene. Walls built from obsidian and white marble blocks made a rectangular checkered pattern, otherwise unadorned. Naphtha braziers hissed bluish-white flames in the corners and left only the top of the dais in the center of the vast room in shadows. The onyx f
