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Look at those parchments over there. That’s what I need to get my hands on, but they’ll pack up this tent the second they decide to get moving.
The Master snapped his fingers in front of Bree’s face, and she blinked out of her reverie. He scowled down at her. “What’s wrong with you? Somebody hit you on your damn head or something?”
“Sorry. I just get kind of...confused sometimes, you see. I guess that’s how I ended up on the wrong side of the battlefield.”
What a bullshit answer, but he seemed to accept it well enough. With a roll of his eyes, he reached for Taveon’s ropes again. “Just give me the damn king. You can stay with us for now. Maybe the Grand Master will fix your brain as a reward.”
“Great,” Bree chirped, and the Master looked at her strangely again.
“You really are an odd one.”
She handed him the rope, and he tugged Taveon over to his side before turning to the demon who’d taken Bree there. “Get on then. You’ve done your job.”
The demon scowled but vanished out of the tent. Bree didn’t dare relax, though. She was in the middle of an enemy army, surrounded on all sides. And she needed to see that parchment.
Edging over to it, she peered down at the map. It was exactly like the one Taveon had shown her. A replica of Otherworld. She leaned down, curious about the parchment beneath the map. And then the sharp tip of a blade poked her in the back of the neck.
