Say My Name, Alpha
“Issue warrants. Spread lies about instability and corruption.”
Zade nodded. “Let them.”
Xander’s eyes flicked to him. “You don’t sound afraid.”
“I am,” Zade admitted. “But I’m more afraid of going back.”
That earned a faint smile.
The storm raged harder outside, wind howling through cracks in the walls. Inside the watchpost, the air felt warmer—small, contained.
Xander shifted closer again, not touching at first.
“Once the rain stops,” he said, “we head east. There’s a settlement beyond the river—independent territory. They don’t answer to the Council.”