Chapter Master Of The Imperial Fists Novels & Stories

“Questions for you.” “Questions,” Sophia echoed, louder now. “From who?” The man did not answer first. He looked at the sleeping child. The way he looked at the child made Elara’s skin move. “Is that yours?” he asked. Elara felt the floor under her feet shift. The child slept, unaware. Elara swallowed. “Yes.” The man closed his folder. He had a hand like a clamp. “You should come quietly,” he said. “It will be easier for you and for us.”