CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURThe afternoon before the battle, General Tullica was poring over the maps in the strategy room. The other generals were arguing over tactics and how best to use the resources the Rebels of the Phoenix were supplying them.
Suddenly, the general’s bones started to vibrate and the room seemed to press down on him.
The door burst open and there was Sinnafain, glaring at everyone. All arguments ceased as everyone flicked their eyes between him and the furious fae warrior. General Sosa turned white and faded into the background.
Sinnafain’s gaze landed on the general and chills went down his spine as her crystal blue eyes bored into him. “Tullica,” she said, stepping forward.
He resisted the urge to step back. “What can I do for you, Sinnafain?”
“There’s been a lot of act
