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Calder
I was going to kill that old man.
Bertok was his name. He was ancient, wrinkled but still strong. Goran told us the eldest councilor was at least ninety years old.
He looked twice that. And the pure hatred in his eyes as he looked at High Councilor Tark had my attention. The elder made no attempt to hide his disgust. Which, in my opinion, made him a prime suspect in the previous attacks on Mindy.
But then, the enemy standing in the open was rarely the one to strike a killing blow.
I knew nothing of Trion politics. I knew Mindy belonged to Goran and in a way to Violet, and that Violet belonged to me.
Well, not yet. But soon. We had several weeks yet to seduce her, win her heart. Since meeting Violet, I had developed a respect for her other suitors, Axon and Zed. Both warrio
