Keriya could tell Frinshir was considering the proposition. The monster’s tail whipped like a reed caught in a hurricane. Her sailfins and frills quivered with indecision.
“All I ask,” Keriya added, “is that when your people are free, you don’t support Moorfain—or Necrovar—when they fight against Allentria.”
It was a fair enough request, and if the demons had no natural love for Moorfain, then Frinshir shouldn’t have a problem making such a promise. Frinshir’s eyes clouded and her face crinkled—not in anger, but in regret.
“In a different time, in a different place, we might have been allies,” the daemonion said in a low voice. “Unfortunately for us both, we find ourselves on opposite sides of the Shadow War. My people have been waiting for salvation for ten long ages, and Necrovar can
