When Seba reached the throne room, she found the doors open. Effrax was barking orders. Blazecair and Taeleia were there, bedecked in battle gear. Of Max, there was no sign.
Taeleia was the first to notice Seba. She left the knot of men, taking long strides across the open floor.
“Where’s Max?” Seba asked when the elf reached her.
“Helping to prepare for the counterattack,” said Taeleia.
“The i***t,” Seba muttered to herself. Max was such a fool. This wasn’t his battle, yet he was all too eager to run to the front lines. Why did he always insist on playing the hero?
“He and I spoke about the cats,” Taeleia continued. “Max requested I leave them by the annex gates instead of the main entrance. Danisan will have them ready for you.”
“What?” Seba blinked. “What are you talking about?”
