“Is Dahlia unhurt?” Tennea called.
Hunter relaxed the arm around Dahlia’s throat.
“Go ahead, answer,” he whispered.
“I’m alright,” she called. “Give me a knife though, and I’ll…”
Hunter resumed the pressure and Dahlia choked off her threats. He shuffled forward a few steps.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Tennea called.
“How refreshing,” Hunter sneered back into the dark.
“I have orders to bring your head back to put on display in the square in Roundoin. Whether I have Kingmaker or not.”
“Come and try.”
“I’m willing to overlook that order, Hunter. I just need you to surrender and take me to Chekwe. He has the sword, doesn’t he?”
“Sure, lead you to my only friend so you can take the sword and our heads, all at once.”
“I promise you, Hunter. For Quamsake. For your own sake. For
