Chapter Thirty-Seven
Traitor
Rafe threw the Ballock at the wooden table. The finely-honed tip buried itself into the soft wood. Pulling it out, the Battle Lord tried to twirl the knife in his palm, but the weapon’s balance was off. It felt huge and clumsy in his hands, but he had to admit it was an excellent dagger. He tossed it at the table again while he waited.
Presently, he heard the side door open, and footsteps approached. In the empty main dining hall, every sound echoed and re-echoed. Since his takeover of Alta Novis, Rafe had ordered all men to take their meals in their barracks. At some point, he knew he would have to have an office built, as well as his own lodgings. He’d briefly considered using his half-brother’s home, but thinking about Yulen having carnal relations with t
