Mallory had no idea what Callum had whispered, but Deneg nodded in agreement. She faced the four who’d confronted them. “I’m sure they’ll be too busy sorting their misunderstanding out for Deneg to go to Seacoast.”
With nods and an offer to let them know before they retired for the night if Deneg changed his mind about going to Seacoast, they returned to their table. Callum waited until they were seated before he spoke. “We want the harp back.”
“I can’t. I need her,” Deneg protested. “I always planned to return her after I earned enough money, but I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best plan.” He smiled sadly, his sharp canines visible. “I’m not a fighter, but it might come to that if I want to rescue my brother.”
Mallory frowned. “Rescue your brother?”
The tavern owner joined them,
