After meeting with Xerxes, I found my way back to Grosthe City in no time, my new security details lingering at shadowy corners, trailing me, and watching me from a distance. That was how I wanted it. They never said a word to me—at least, not yet.
It was clear that the worst was about to happen, and I needed to rally the troops. This meant I had to seek out McGregor. Damn it!
Later that day, I stormed into McGregor’s office without even knocking. The doors slammed shut behind me, and McGregor didn’t even flinch in his seat. He stole a glance and lowered his head, then continued with his endeavor. He was scribbling something into his diary.
“Look what the city dragged in,” McGregor commented dryly.
“Hello, McGregor. I’m surprised you know how to read and write.”
He scoffed. “Did you
