“Who? Who started all of this?” Throg asked angrily.
Tumm snorted, “You, Throg. You started all of this, and one day he will...”
There was no sound to indicate anything out of the ordinary, but the tiny red hole that appeared in the middle of the forehead of Tumm, and the man slowly falling to the floor, had Urr and Blinn screaming Tumm’s name, and Throg lying over his mate, protecting him from the danger he couldn’t see, and hadn’t seen coming.
“Mennen you’re with me! Throg, get your Viata, the Caliphs and the ancients into your room, and stay there until I give the all clear.” Then Throg and Mennen were taking flight from the balcony.
Throg immediately said, “Everyone stay down and get out of the room. Go across the hall, now.”
“My son!” Urr cried.
“Is dead, Ancient Urr. You
