Vesper’s response pleased him, and he agreed with the trepidation. They could not simply hide and wait, but there was no way that wounded as they were hunting down these strangers would serve purpose. One day they would—he knew this as certainly in his blood as he did that there was some sinister force behind the attacks. The cross proved it. The steel proved it.
Helotes’ suggestion was likewise taken well, though the idea of splitting the few warriors that were truly meant for such made him nervous. As he debated this, another speech was offered up. Amber eyes watched the lines of the Hydra’s face, the small motions he made, and wondered where Helotes was taking this. The answer surprised him; his ears rose sharply and his lips pursed together in a tight line. They were related, for hell’s sake. More than that, he recalled the purpose of her absence, the trial he had put them through.
A smile that did not meet his eyes came to his face. “We have no ceremony to offer you,” he admitted. “But I wish you both well.” It was a vague answer, but one that suited him. Ezekiel could not be happy for them while open war was upon the clan.
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