All the while, they’d been keeping up a more or less steady dialog with their elder brother. Hugh had told them in no uncertain terms that they were not to go out on search parties with the priests. He needed them close, to help keep Lera safe. Once they realized the threat to his lady, they had agreed readily enough. Already, they were making plans for watch schedules, splitting the duty between themselves and the knights and dragons. None of them would be available for other duty until the assassins had been stopped. “So who’s your little friend, brother?” Trey asked, humor clear in his tone, though it was communicated mind to mind while the spoken conversation went on around them. “We call her Miss.” Hugh included the dragons, their knights and his brothers in the conversation, as Trey had. “She found me in an alleyway, following me by the scent of my magic. The poor creature was abandoned in an ice storm to fend for herself.” “So you took her in.” Connor didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question.
