He’d grown accustomed to sneaking across kingdoms with his brave handful, always doing their best to avoid confrontation, stealing when necessary. It wasn’t a comfortable lifestyle but one he ultimately felt best given the dire situation he’d been roped into. Anienam’s arrival on his front porch all those months ago was no accident. Bahr had been guided and played from the very beginning. He began to wonder if Badron wasn’t part of this entire operation. Maleela admitted to not being kidnapped, but Bahr suspected his brother was behind staging the episode in order to facilitate his war. He glanced to his right, noticing how close Ingrid and her swarthy-looking bodyguard were riding. She was a striking lady, leading him to question why she’d lower herself down to Orlek’s level. Whatever he was now, Orlek was dangerous. No doubt if Bahr bothered to check he’d discover a checkered-past filled with acts of murder or worse. Not that it mattered. Orlek was more than capable of taking care of both himself and Ingrid.
