Permac looked from Kral to Behazh to Bhreagh to Raminaa.
“Are we bait, then? Is that why we were called here? To bring Yokosh out of hiding? Linsora’s and Tozar’s visions. Oh great gods, Tozar!” Permac stumbled toward the porch steps.
“What?” Linsora clutched Permac’s arm, “Are you okay?”
“Tozar!” Permac said. “Your brother saw him. Yokosh knows about him, knows what he looks like. Knows…well, I don’t know what he knows. Maybe he thought we were already here on Khizara. That explosion when we arrived – maybe he knows we’re here now. Linsora, we have to go back!”
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