A Plan

He snapped back. “What?”

“Let Frythgrove do it.”

He shook his head. “Isorai—“

“Hear me out?”

He hesitated another moment, but nodded.

“Xaruh was the High Matron's son. What was done to him was done to their line, to their heir." She looked at him. "By witch law, they have a right to their own vengea...

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