Chapter 28 The Four Musketeers
- “I think it’s time,” Amarok finally said, breaking the silence.
- They were seated in his living room—Salem and Orson on one couch, Geri and Amarok across from them, a soft fire crackling nearby. Outside, the sky had begun to dim, turning soft shades of blue and ash.
- Salem tilted his head. “Time for what?”