Chapter Forty-Two
Searon leaned back against the wall smoking his long-stem pipe. Small ringlets of smoke filled the air around him. He couldn’t sleep. Too much was going on. A war was brewing, though a war always brewed when Searon was around. Searon hated war. He always had. Yet, somehow, war always seemed to follow him. A part of him really hoped this would be the last one.
A knock at his door startled him. The night was late. Who was bothering him at this hour? He shuffled over to the door and opened it slowly.
Noraes stood on the other side grinning at him. A body lay on the ground at his feet. Noraes shrugged, his bottom lip puffing out, acting like he was innocent. It reminded Searon of when Noraes was a child, did something wrong, then came to Searon to bail him out of a situati
