56
Power of the Angels
After he ate his fill, Thomas shoved the empty trencher away. He’d lingered here long enough. “You said you’d answer my questions. So here’s the first. What do you want from me?”
Wulfram smiled slightly, eyeing him over his goblet as he took another drink of ale. “That depends on what you want,” he replied, putting the goblet down. “You have a choice to make.”
“Which is?”
“To help me restore the fortunes of the Fey, or not.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
Wulfram sat back, amusement on his face. “Ah. Not yet. We will speak of the details later, once I am convinced of your loyalty.”
Right. “And what exactly would convince you?”
Wulfram leaned forward. “Pledge to me. And then pledge your loyalty to Raegenold and the Unseelies at the Gathering two days hence
