Kana and Rastaban lay in the grass, watching as Andrev sprawled out across his own luxurious bed of furs on the edge of Kir’s camp. The hunters had buried Savva, and the rest of the tribes had been alerted. The demon in Andrev had been awakened, and the humans had a tenuous truce with him.
Kana had seen the hunters rattling their spears, and she suspected the truce wouldn’t last for long.
“Nice job you did on your first command,” Kana said. “Now he thinks we’re both dead.”
“Like you did so well,” Rastaban protested, defensive.
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
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