Ajaska watched as River left the room, staring thoughtfully after her before turning to look at his oldest son.
“I could use a drink. I feel like the report I received was not nearly as detailed as it should have been,” Ajaska said, walking toward the living quarters he used while in the city.
Torak was torn as he followed his father reluctantly. He wanted to follow River to their living quarters but knew she was still too angry with him to listen to anything he might have to say. With a resigned sigh, he turned to follow his father.
Ajaska handed Torak a glass filled with the dark amber liquid he had been drinking earlier and watched as his oldest son sat down on the edge of a chair.
“Tell me about her,” Ajaska demanded softly.
For the next two hours, Torak talked about everything th
