::Danger!:: The sudden, soundless warning shrieked in Aron’s mind. He was not immediately able to pinpoint where the cry came from or even who had sent it, but there was raw desperation in the silent scream.
::We have a traitor with the humans and a Trogue approaching.::
Harlane, that came from Harlane. And Harlane was with Clay, or was supposed to be. A sudden image of the slender, dark young man Clay had introduced as one of the newest agents flashed across Aron’s mind. He had sensed a wrongness at once, but there had been too much going on for him to pursue it. Holy f*****g demon s**t.
::I’m several miles away, Har. Should I take the chance and teleport? That’s hard and risky here without the energies of Middle Earth, but if it’s urgent, I will. Are you with Clay?::
::Close, not rig
