“I’m not threatening you,” she said. She imagined her half-brother’s smile permanently set on his severed head. That was the only way she could tolerate it. “I am warning you. People speak your name and the word fool with the same breath far too often as it is. Trust him and you prove them right.”
Yokosh stepped toward her, his hands clenched into fists.
“No!” Gordek reached out to stop Yokosh. “Save your anger. We must all be prepared for this and work together with clear heads.”
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