“How many men?” I asked again, getting aggravated that I am not getting a straight answer. The men shifted their weight and Carter cleared his throat nervously.
“Last count was over two thousand,” he told me.
“Wait? Two thousand? What happened to the two hundred we were told?” I growled, slamming my fist on the table. “Where did she get this many men?”
“That is what we thought, too,” Donovan answered. “That was until a couple of my men and faes came back and gave us the number. One of them even took a picture with a camera they took with them, so we could get a layout of their camp.” He handed over some pictures to me. “As you can see, the camp is larger for two hundred men, and you can also see there are over two hundred men. The information you received was wrong, or your spy was told
