Kingdom of Ash

Had he survived the transition to Valg prince,
or had he merely been a meal for one of the
terrors who prowled this place?
He lifted his head, scanning the cloudy sky.
The moon was a pale blur behind them, a
trickle of light that seemed keen to remain
hidden from Morath’s watchful eyes.
A dangerous game. He was playing one
hell of a dangerous game.
Did Gavin watch him now, from wherever
he rested? Had he learned what manner of
monster Dorian had allied himself with?
He didn’t dare to summon the king here.
Not with Erawan so close.
Close enough that Dorian might have
attacked. Perhaps he’d been a fool not to.
Perhaps he’d be a fool to attempt it, as Kaltain
had warned, when it might reveal their
mission. When Erawan had those collars on
hand.