Hell watches the face of his smiling wife in a dream. What happiness it was for him to break free from the count’s guardianship—and now he’s already his own…
He leans back on the pillow.
Who? The count? Whose? That’s the question. And who hasn’t been circling around their Nata lands lately—whose envoys and spies aren’t caught by his guards. At least on the lands where he allowed the unclean to settle, it’s easier to spot spies from other states and their rulers. And yesterday…
Hel closed his eyes…