Lucan adjusted slightly on his seat, his eyes cold as he watched the highly trained assassin's standing below him, swords resting on their sides.
He gave a small breath, then waved at Angel. Angel immediately bowed, then turned to the herd of assassins.
"His Majesty asks you to listen very carefully!"
Lucan nodded slightly, encouraging Angel to continue.
"Tonight, after full moon, you are to make rounds at the houses of the council men who have their names here. Leave not one of them alive."
A war chant started, and Lucan nodded again, his eyes closing. He felt a little like himself now, unlike when all he could feel was the intense need for Adeline.
He opened his eyes again. He was, at the point, convinced that she was using some sort of witchcraft on him. He must be under some enchantment.
He ……
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