The Kingdom of the Darke
Agamori peered from behind the tree and whispered to Daniel. “They outnumber us three to one, Daniel. Perhaps we should think of a different plan.”
A huff shot from Daniel’s throat, then he drew up his face at the silliness of such an idea. “No, it will work.”
The icy blue eyes squinted and took another look. “It’s my job to tell you when the odds are not in your favor.”
Daniel surveyed his men, awaiting their orders as he rested against the tree. They were his kin, his brothers, and he would never send them into a battle he wasn’t prepared to walk into with them. He hardly needed to see with his eyes anymore; his mind laid everything out clearly, and he was well aware of what they were up against. “You’ve lost your faith in me already, have you?”
