“You would have me draw in Kir and see what of his gifts Andrev offers up in return?” Kana couldn’t keep the skepticism out of her voice.
“You think my plan unsound?” Rastaban asked.
Kana shrugged, hunched her shoulders. “You’re in command - it’s time to prove yourself as a tactician, after all.”
“I think I proved myself the superior tactician during our last battle,” Rastaban said.
“And yet here you are, working with Old Master, one of the undying.” Kana smudged the kohl away from her eyes; in the firelight she looked tired. “The green-eyed demon it is, then.”
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