CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ben cupped his chin in one hand. “Yes. The storm is very inconvenient for the truce.”
Callidus nodded. “I would agree. There’s something amiss about the swiftness of the storm that swept over us with such ferocity.”
I jumped as Fysan flew into the room like a tempest, his ruffled feathers flying and his head turning this way and that to an unusually grotesque degree. He landed on the back of the chair occupied by the emperor and his chest moved in and out.
Dreda scowled at her feathered friend. “What in the world is the matter with you?”
He pointed the tip of one wing at the door. “I witnessed something at the window in the kitchen!”
“A shadow?” Ben guessed.
Fysan glared at him. “You think I’m seeing things, but I am not! There was some. . .some creature
