“Bloody hell,” Ludcarab muttered under his breath, but loud enough for the entire room to hear.
The air was thick with tension as heads began to swivel, as if the members of the Order thought they were suddenly going to be under attack by the Great Luna’s army.
“This puts a dent in things.” Alston stood from his chair and began to pace.
“What are we going to do now?” Shehan asked, her yellow eyes tracking the fae’s movements. “I, for one, don’t fancy fighting a goddess.”
“She won’t join the fight,” gurgled Gar. “We need to attack while they’re still in mourning.”
“Fool,” Finton, the fae warrior, spat. “Were you not present for what just happened? Do you really think the goddess is in the habit of making idle threats?”
The troll leaned back in his chair. “She said she would kill those
