Chapter 17
Chapter 17 The naj came streaking into The Blackheart’s stronghold on the back of a summons. To its surprise, it saw that three of the drudges were here as well, crouched at the man’s feet. The naj scorned them with a look, and then turned its gaze to Malcolm. He looked ridiculously small in his outsized chair, but the gleam in his eyes had a lethal edge. “What goes on here?” it asked. “D’Arque’s men are closing in on the curra-chewer,” the cripple gloated. “They should have her in custody before the day’s end.” The naj bared its teeth in a grin. “So tonight is to be Lathwi’s downfall.” “Exactly.” “Tell me what I must do.” “You, Hwavok and Gryztel are to return to her stronghold and hide yourselves until the addict arrives. Once she is in the house, you must get ready to attack. Hwa
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