Swiftcurrent Creek anything's better than letting her realize she can do better than me

Arric emerged from the foliage—Akavir’s eyes sweeping up to meet the giant of a man, a crooked grin pressing to the corner of his lips. “Shardik has them right now—no rush.” An indication Arric didn’t need to cut his time short with the Riverclan leader—the Mayfair felt a twist of unease that he was revealing his hand too much—when in truth, no one else was even playing the poker game with him.

“Lilitu,” he confirmed, his eyes drifting from the intense scrutiny of his friend and to the direction of the mountains. “And Germanicus knows how to get there.”

And if things got ugly…. “They won’t,” he lied, the carefully placed mask upon his features remaining so, his tone offering no indication that the Beta should believe otherwise.