Chapter 13 Border Skirmish

• "Absolutely not," Kael said flatly, already pulling on boots at the compound's edge, voice clipped with the particular calm he used right before things got very bad. "You're staying here."
• "Where exactly? The place with the traitor cellar and the extremely questionable security record? Really selling me on the safety of staying put." Elara was already reaching for the jacket someone had left by the door, adrenaline chasing the last warm traces of the fire pit and the marshmallows clean out of her system. "I'm coming."
• "Elara—"