Chapter Eleven
Lucaät of Faytha
In a room jammed with stylish furniture and exotic ornaments, two heads bent over a game of ashut. Lucaät’s concentration faltered as he felt a query nudge his mind – his agent checking in with the latest report on Duvät Gok’s movements.
He looked up at his opponent. “We’ll continue later.”
The Ashik archangel wove a quick stasis charm over the boards, then bowed and left the room.
News of Duvät’s visit to Brätan Gok came as no surprise. It was understandable hat he would go to the head of his clan for support since his wife had kicked him out.
Cheapskate, he sniggered. With the coin he’d been given there would have been many other ways he could have found accommodation.
It’s a ploy to regain face, the Agent suggested.
Lucaät nodded. Duvät would be h
