Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

The stranger was off—Akavir’s gaze following him raptly until he was from view, and then he looked to Arric. It was unspoken—he should have killed them when he had the chance, probably—and allowed Arric too, as well—but for some reason, the thought hadn’t sat well with them.

And it was easy to see the writings on the wall—none of this mess was truly over.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to take off,” he offered to the dark man.