Killian went to Lyon’s tent. He hadn’t acknowledged he had heard or cared what Killian had announced. His tent looked the same as it always had. He was sitting at his desk leaning into a large red book.
“Did you hear me?” Killian said.
“Yes,” Lyon replied without looking up.
“So, do you really not have an opinion on something for once or are you choosing to ignore me?”
“I heard you. You’re hard to miss when you’re yelling throughout camp.”
“So, you just chose to not listen?”
“Killian,” he said and leaned back away from the book, “that’s enough. I’m trying to get important things done.”
“You can’t disappear for weeks then expect to return and still be in charge.”
“I didn’t think I was in charge. Everyone listens to you.”
“Except you.”
“Killian, in every society, big and small, the
