Duncan
“Is he back yet?” Grady asked as he came into Quinn’s office.
I stretched and cracked my neck. “No.”
“s**t. How long’s it been?”
“Twenty-four hours. I bet there’s no small animals left in the forest.”
Quinn took off into the forest and we hadn’t heard from him. I linked him a few times but just got some vicious snarling back. I’d camped out here and taken up the slack.
“We have a problem.” Grady blew out a breath.
“What?”
“Border control has a council delegation at the gate, demanding entrance.” He ran a hand over the top of his shiny head.
“Great. You take the delegation and I’ll contact Quinn.”
“Good luck with that,” Grady said and took off for the main gate.
This was a disaster. I’d been in the office all morning fighting fires while Grady sorted the warriors’ trai
