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Unach reels on me. “Orwhat?”

“Unach.” Sadness brims Azmar’s calm cadence.

“Or raiders,” I finish, trying to match Azmar’s tone. “I assume it was my kind who did this.”

“You’re damn right it was your kind.” Unach marches closer, jutting a thick finger in my direction. “And what does it matter?”

I frown. “It matters.” Though even in self-defense, to put the trollis’ heads on pikes ...

My stomach twists into a hard knot.

Unach growls, but she’s too sensible to take her anger out on me. Instead she grabs the side of her head, as though her skull struggles to contain her rage. “They were trainees. Innocent! They were running drills when they were attacked.”

I glance toward Azmar. Hadn’t he been in a similar situation when he got that scar?

I swallow, tasting the danger of the line I’m about to walk. “Perhaps the people of Dorys felt threatened—”

“Dorys?” The township name cracks whip sharp on her tongue. “What the hell is Dorys?”

I forget that the trollis have an entirely different way of mapping the world than we do. I know this land by its subtle roads and townships; they know it by great geometrical tracts and ranges. “A township—”

“They weren’tnearany human townships!” Unach’s roar echoes between the stony walls. “From what our scouts saw, they were swarmed! An army took them out and left their heads for us to find. Regret knows where their bodies are.”

I step back as though she’d pushed me. “Swarmed?” Dorys is a small township; they don’t have a large number of fighting-ready men. I would guess they’d avoid a fight, not seek one out.

Azmar studies me closely. “Did the report estimate how many humans?”

“We can guess, can’t we? Two humans to every trollis, maybe three. No human remains found nearby. It looks like an ambush.” She grits her teeth. “That’s all I know. Damn it, that’s all I know.” Unach slumps down on the cushion that Azmar and I just occupied, her head in her hands.

I’m not sure what to do, what to say, but I can’t donothing. Inching closer, I offer, “I’m so sorry, Unach. Did you know any of them?”

She barks a sour laugh. “Hardly. Kesta told me. The whole city will be alive with it soon enough.” She drops her hands, fingers curling into fists.

A coil of fear wraps itself within my belly, a snake made of iron and thorns. Surely Dorys doesn’t have so many armed men. Surely the township hasn’t changed so much in the few years since I left it. Terysos is the next closest, but still ... something feels off about the tale, like the first stench of rot on a cut of meat. After the drought, my people were left so scattered, with so few resources. I can think of only one place where such an army might be tacked together. Or rather, one person who’d be able to form and lead it.

Ottius Thellele, my father.

In a world of drought and desperation, he had more power than any I had met, and I’d met them all, as far as the east side of the canyon stretched. My father had a way with people. He didn’t need me to intimidate them, to coerce them, to control them. I just made the job swifter.

And if it wasn’t my father ... could it be Tayler and his band? Could they have set a trap for the trollis, or sought revenge for being chased off? But Tayler sounded so genuine, even if he was scared. Surely it wasn’t him.

I dread either answer.

I come back to myself and glance at Unach, then Azmar, who meets my gaze. Apology limns his countenance, and he tips his head toward the door. I should leave, though I’ve not finished dinner yet.

I look at the pot in the tiny fireplace, and Azmar subtly waves for me to forget it. His jaw tenses, like he’s about to set a bone.

Oh stars, he’s not going to tell Unach about his new apartmentnow, is he?

Suddenly motivated, I step quietly to the door and slip into the cool hallway, pulling it shut behind me. I wait a minute, then another, before Unach’s voice booms, “You didwhat?”

Azmar knows his sister well. Perhaps it’s better to get all her rage out in one burst than to drag it out over days. Because if this attack wasn’t a single skirmish, if it’s something larger, it will be days, weeks, evenmonths. And every trollis in Cagmar will be involved. All are trained soldiers.

Vile words erupt from Unach’s mouth, each a nail to my chest, knowing Azmar bears them alone. Rubbing my sternum, I make my way to my quarters, wondering at the revelations of the last quarter hour. They’re too big to fit in so small a space. I don’t know what either will bring—the death of the trollis adolescents, nor the kiss Azmar and I shared.

The strain between Azmar and Unach hangs in the air like steam, and no attempts at conversation or bad jokes can lift it. Unach has always been the bold one, Azmar the quiet one, but in his presence, Unach simmers like hot oil, waiting for the first taste of raw meat to explode and burn.

She’s concerned she won’t be able to keep her apartment to herself, even though she claims to prefer living alone. Space is as valuable in Cagmar as water is in the townships, and none can go to waste. Meaning that either Unach also has to get a smaller apartment, or she has to find a new roommate. She asked Kesta during our shared shift. Given that Kesta’s attempt to room with Azmar was turned down, I think she’ll take Unach’s offer.