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“My youngest son seems to have a talent for finding Aravia’s Will adepts lying around unconscious.” The Count was looking very self-satisfied as his gaze travelled from the body on the floor and back to what was in truth his war cabinet. He was putting on an air of confidence because he felt he should show one. The truth was completely different. He was unsettled for the first time in, well, hundreds of years. It was fast becoming obvious that, although Aravia was completely mad, she was far from stupid. This was an invasion that she had almost certainly been working towards for years, perhaps even decades. The planning would have been meticulous. Things were starting to look a lot direr than anyone would have thought.
He came to a quick decision, and addressed the room in an uncharac
