His eyes glowed eerily. ficers for you to berate! We are members of the Pon Q’tar! Anyone of us could kill you with a single thought!”Xanthus’ mouth turned up into a sneer. Except for the sounds coming from the crackling fire, the meeting placewas deathly silent. Taking another sip of wine, he cast his dark eyes back toward the spectacularscene.
They turned to see that she was looking at Tristan. Selected from theprized next-of-kin list, they had been “asked” to attend this session by Lothar’s guards, and told tobring all their money. Using his feet to find the floor, he landed gingerly. Thewoman looked slightly younger.
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