Lexi and Allen were welcomed into Lord Brarthoroz’s room almost immediately. The dagger that he had
removed from the scene of Aoife’s disappearance sat on top of a rectangular slab of quartz in the
center of the coffee table, right next to a large steaming teapot of something that called to Lexi’s soul.
Allen rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself at Lexi’s delighted squeal as she skittered excitedly
across the room, heading straight for the teapot where she lifted the lid and inhaled deeply.
“Oh my GODDESS! This smells like Christmas…” She exclaimed giddily as Allen peered over her
shoulder at the creamy looking liquid inside before his eyes drifted to the unsavory object right next to
it.
“Don’t worry Allen, the two things aren’t related in any way.” Lord Brarthoroz rumbled as he placed
three good sized glass coffee mugs on the table in front of them and sat back heavily on the chair
opposite. “I wasn’t worried, I just wondered if this was something you whipped up to help find the
location of your brother or the other culprit.” Allen answered defensively as he watched Lexi eagerly
pour the steaming liquid into the cups and hand them out.
Allen frowned down into his cup. Clearly this wasn’t some demonic alchemical tracking potion as he
had originally thought.
Lexi settled back onto the sofa with a contented sigh and inhaled the intoxicating scent that drifted
lazily from their mugs.
“Mmm, smells like Christmas,” She murmured contentedly as she kicked her shoes off and tucked her
l*egs underneath her, the childlike happiness fading into seriousness as she looked across at her
father.
“Felix has gone to rest for a while Papa. Is there anything that we can do to speed this up? I know
you’re working on finding Eromaug, but what about the other scent on the handle? Do we have any
leads?”
Lord Brarthoroz shook his head as he stared at the dagger in front of him.
“I know the scent of every damn shifter within the Enclave but this one, I’ve not encountered yet.” He
frowned deeply.
“At least we can rule out someone from inside the Enclave being part of this as well. I had a list of
Elders in my head that I was ready to beat the s**t out of to try and get them to confess,” Lexi
sniggered as Allen suddenly drew in a sharp breath. “Wait, we still have Linus held in the cells. Is it
worth us asking him?” Allen asked.
“Ugh… do we have to? He’s such a f ***** g sleaze,” Lexi shuddered.
“I’m happy to do the interrogating if you want to take a back seat this time.” Allen shrugged easily, “It’s
about time we got him shipped out of here anyway.”
“That’s not a half bad idea actually. It might be that he knows something without realizing it,” Lord
Brarthoroz hummed.
“We need to figure out what’s going on with Greyson’s team as well,” Lexi added as she chewed the
inside of her cheek thoughtfully.
“Well I would have been further on with that if you hadn’t insisted on me joining you here,” Allen
reminded her as Lord Brarthoroz raised an eyebrow.
“Is my company not good enough for you now, Allen?” he asked with a lazy smirk as Allen ran his hand
through his hair in frustration.
“No, it’s not that at all. I just feel like I’m being pulled from all sides here and as quick as one thing is
resolved, something else inevitably crops up to take its place. Quite honestly, I need more hours in the
day.”
“Look, it’s no big deal, Allen. I’ll come with you to the barrack and we can poke around together.
Teamwork right? Many hands make light work and all that.” Lexi beamed.
“I get the distinct feeling that it’s going to end up more along the lines of ‘too many cooks spoil the
broth’,” Allen grimaced as Lord Brarthroz chuckled at their bickering.
“Don’t be a negative nancy, furball.” Lexi huffed, “At least we know there isn’t much that we can do to
help Papa, now.”
Allen stood as he jammed his hands in his pocket and rubbed his neck tiredly.
“If you don’t mind, Lord Brarthroroz, I’m going to head off to the barracks and see if I can catch
Bartholomew. Perhaps he’s heard something and just not had chance to catch up with us, what with
everything going on.”
“Not at all. Let me know if you need any help. The Hellhounds have already been released to their
hunt. They were far more enthusiastic about it than I expected.” He chuckled as Allen looked at him
warily.
“Don’t worry furball, they won’t show up here and hump your l*eg while you aren’t looking.” Lexi
grinned, “They’re pretty single minded and won’t waste any time as they pursue their target.”
“Thanks for the reassurance,” Allen snapped as Lexi drained the rest of the cup and sighed
contentedly. “Thanks for the Chai, Papa. We’ll keep you updated,” she grinned as she followed Allen
out.
They dropped by Bartholomew’s office only to find it empty so after a quick discussion they decided to
make their way down to the barracks. The interrogation of Linus as going to take far longer than
speaking to the Commander for an update, so it made sense to head there first.
Both Lexi and Allen were met with suspicious glances as they entered the communal lounge, and when
they asked to speak with the resident commander, the guards reluctantly pointed them to his quarters.
Commander Bertram looked up from his desk with a frown at the interruption, but as soon as he saw
who the would-be offenders were, he stood hastily and saluted.
“Beta’s,” He nodded in welcome before gesturing to the seats opposite his desk, “Please, make
yourself at home.”
Lexi held back the snigger at his invitation to sit.
Make yourself at home? It was so sparsely decorated in here that she was almost positive that she
would need to hire an interior decorator to transform the almost clinical environment into anything that
resembled the warmth of a home.
“Apologies for the interruption Commander Bertram. Has there been any news regarding Commander
Greyson’s position?” Allen asked with a serious face.
“No,” Bertram sighed in frustration as he threw his pen down onto the table, “Nor has there been any
word from the scouting parties that we sent afterwards. I’m beginning to think we sent the lot of them
headlong into some sort of trap.” He said darkly as Lexi’s heart leaped into her throat.
With no word from Greyson until now, she was already beginning to fear the worst. To hear this from
Bertram only seemed to reinforce her fears that something terrible had happened to Greyson.
Their parting words ran through her head as she bit her lip nervously to distract her from this sinking
feeling in her heart. She prayed to every god that might be listening to
keep him safe, after all, he had promised to return to her…he couldn’t break that promise. She would
never forgive him if he did.
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