Nightspire's eyes swept the tent, landing on Serena. His gaze stayed there two seconds too long.
"Nightspire," Fin said. "She's unconscious. And she's not going to Orosia."
"I am not going to send her to Orosia. I am a concerned family member." Nightspire's voice was silk over gravel. "I need to speak with her as soon as she wakes."
"It'll be a while," Alaric said without looking up.
"Then I'll speak with whoever is making decisions in her absence." Nightspire's gaze moved to Dex, then to Fin, then back to Dex. "Fascinating. You're both still here. I assumed one of you would have killed the other by now."
"The night is young," Dex said.
"He means it," Gavriel commented. "In case that read as a joke. It wasn't."
"It was a joke," Hyran said, rolling his eyes.
"It was sixty percent not a joke. That's the part I'd focus on," Gav said.
The tent flap opened again.
