Who Do You Think?

“Sir, we found the guards. They’re unconscious but mostly unharmed,” Rhajj began.

Rastaban curled his hands into fists. A roar of fury coiled behind his breastbone, but he refused to give into his emotions. He had to keep his head clear, if only long enough to find Shanka and put her head on a pole.

“Wake the men and circle the camp with fresh guards. Send scouts to follow Shanka’s army north toward the steppes.”

“Shanka’s army?” Khouri echoed.

“Who do you think knocked out our guards, idiot? Go!”

Khouri snapped off a salute and ducked out of the tent.