Qeya River I know the pieces fit

Anselm’s attention was brought back to the present as Yikaas spoke again. This time his gaze rested on the woman — why had neither given their name?

Being out of the loop still, it took time for him to arrange the scattered pieces into sensible shape. But as he poked and prodded at these bits of clues, things began to make a little more sense. 

A takeover, maybe? Hadnt Yikaas been alone? There was no love in anyone’s faces. A tension strung between them all. 

Anselm found Yikaas’ gaze upon him. He swallowed hard, waiting for the axe to fall. It all was in this man’s court now, and Anselm only hoped the bloodshed was behind them.