The floor shifts beneath my feet and my grip on Lycur’s chair tightens until I feel the sting of an open wound, where the metal has sliced deeper and the blood flows freely—calming me.
“I thank you for your measured words. I would ask that the Ty clan be removed while the decisions are being made.” Lycur orders, I hear the slight discomfort in his voice, he can smell my distress and blood. I can’t let the rest of the Clans know how much Haidar’s presence has unnerved me. I steel myself, waiting until the hall doors are closed firmly, finally separating me from the son of my fallen enemy.
I can’t appear weak in their eyes.
With little regard for the damage I have caused to my hands, I unfurl both of my fists and view the wounds. There is a lot of blood on my hands, I note ironically. Don
