“Killing the Moorfainian summoners,” said Roxanne, pointing toward the city.
Effrax cracked a lopsided grin. “Beat you to it. Sphinx and I got there first. We found a whole b****y hive of them.”
“Who’s Sphinx?” Roxanne asked, since she couldn’t think of anything more productive or clever to say.
Effrax stepped aside and gestured to an older woman behind him. She had intense golden-russet eyes that seemed to bore a hole through Roxanne.
“A new friend,” he said. “Sphinx, Tigress. Tigress, Sphinx.”
Heat flared in Roxanne at the old term of endearment. She was seized with an urge to punch Effrax square in the jaw—or maybe kiss him.
She flushed and scowled. Ignore him. Focus. You’re at war.
“Tigress?” The woman called Sphinx raised a questioning brow at Roxanne. “Another nickname, I assu
