CHAPTER NINETEENThey all gathered in the general’s office. The soldiers all looked squashed, possibly by the immortal presences, but they waited expectantly, frowning. The unicorns were looking at the general as if he were a Lord of the Darkness. Periolos was flicking his eyes between the door and his arm, which was still being gripped by Sinnafain. The fae were regarding the general curiously, tilting their heads as if trying to figure him out.
“I know you are all curious about why I let that refugee go with so little effort to help,” the general said. “But to explain, I need everyone to remember precisely what night tonight was meant to be and who I was going to meet.”
Estar’s silver eyes widened. “The phoenix informed you of that man beforehand? She must have incredible powers of fore
