Chapter 45 – Coalitions
“Brandon Woods has escaped,” Thenyn said. He put his fists on his hips and glared. “How could you let this happen?”
Exaltee Quaecius reclined in a lounge chair on his deck, drink in hand, watching the city burn. The rain pattered on the awning, drowning out the sounds of violence in the distance. He waved a hand dismissively. “I've got more important things to worry about. There's a coalition war going on, in case you haven't noticed.”
“Coalition war,” Thenyn said with a sneer. “Your local politics are nothing compared to what's at stake.”
“Whatever.” Quaecius took a sip of his cocktail and then gave Thenyn an accusing look. “You're the Master, not me. Shouldn't you have been watching the Agrarian? You could have told someone he was trying to escape.”
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