“Mefan?” I inquired.
I sat in the expansive, beautifully appointed study, its marble walls and grand columns forming a majestic room. Sirrush occupied his father’s desk, while Blaze, arms crossed, stood by the window, his back to us, surveying The Golden City.
He had been in a foul mood since their torturer had been killed by Laelia and their younger brother had been taken. Despite the grim circumstances, I couldn’t have been prouder of my younger sister, though I wished she hadn’t needed to take lives.
“Have you heard of him?” Sirrush inquired.
I shook my head. “Can’t say I have.”
“He resides in The Red Desert, ruling over his own little kingdom. He’s a highly skilled assassin and should not be underestimated.”
“An assassin?”
“The King of Assassins,” Blaze interjected from his van
