Chapter 1199 Invitation

• Naomi
• Fraser rolls his lower lip between his teeth and rises methodically. “Ten years almost exactly,” he says, opening and closing several cabinets before pulling two pewter mugs off a shelf. He returns to the table with the mugs and a bottle of what might be wine. He blows the dust off the cork and pops it open, and the scent alone confirms I’m in for a treat. “At least, ten years of real battle. I remember there being a three-year period when things started to change, but none of us truly knew what was coming until Eastonia was essentially invaded one night.”
• I watch the deep purple liquid drain between the two mugs, both overly full, but we probably deserve it. He carefully sets my mug in front of me.