Chapter Thirteen
Lucaät
Lucaät waved his secretary aside as the Agent made contact.
I can see him now, he said. He’s coming out of the building … oh.
Oh?
He’s surrounded by ashessé.
Lucaät sighed. Why was nothing ever simple where Duvät Gok was concerned? Brätan was no fool. They had not been quick enough, and unless he moved decisively now, the game would overtake him. His agent shared an image of Duvät marching between his black-clad escort. People darted out of their way as if mere proximity was dangerous.
Follow them, Lucaät said. Keep clear of Daric Enna, but don’t let him kill Duvät before we can get hold of him. We have to know what that Breathless wretch is hiding!
Four ashessé, the Agent pointed out. Only one of me.
Take your chance when it comes. I have every faith.
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