A sharp noise had Gabb whirling. He pushed Blythe back to avoid the knife that whizzed past his head. "You missed."
His warriors, Bannon and Wilks, stepped out from the shadows. Bannon flashed his teeth. "Making sure you're you."
What did that mean?
“Report," he commanded.
Both warriors hesitated-just a fraction of a second, but enough that Gabb's stomach dipped.
"Now,"he barked.
Wilks was the one who broke the news. He said in a gruff tone, "Gone. We went to the house to report in. Lenny has passed away. Dave and Marshall are in a coma-like state. There are indications of a fight. The Queen has gone missing."
"And you've arrived?"
Bannon straightened up even more, his hands clenched at his sides. Wilks assumed the posture of a warrior respectfully reporting to his superior. "We
