Chapter Forty-Seven
Brianne
Brianne looked around the small room Conal had brought them to. “Where’s my grandad?” It was the foyer of a house that seemed to have missed most of the fighting.
“Here.” Conal held out a letter.
“Wasn’t he organising the attack on the Holy City?” Brianne took the letter, not even glancing at it. “Have they attacked yet?”
Conal gestured towards the letter. “Read it if you want an explanation.”
She stared at Conal a moment longer before she decided she wouldn’t get any information from him. She read the first paragraph, turning to Talon with a grin, relief rushing through her. “They’ve taken the Holy City. Zinervie and the other two with her are safe and still have their wings.” She reached for his hand, her grin firmly in place.
“That was all he wanted?”
