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southeast from here—”

“I know where Draithus is,” Xaden retorts.
“Never know, you Navarrians act like nothing exists beyond your

borders,” the male gryphon rider snarks. “I don’t know why we’re

bothering to warn them.”
“Warn us?” Xaden’s head cocks to the side.

“We lost a village in the vicinity to a horde of venin two days ago. They

decimated everything.”
I startle, my eyes flying wide. She just said what?

“Venin never come this far west,” Imogen says from my left.

Venin. Yep, that’s what they both said. What the actual hell? I’d think
someone was fucking with me if not for the two enormous gryphons

looming behind the pair of riders. But no one is laughing.
“Until now,” the woman replies, turning her gaze back to Xaden. “They

were unmistakably venin and had one of their—”

“Don’t say anything else,” Xaden interrupts. “You know that none of us
can know the details or we put everything at risk. All it takes is one of us

being interrogated.”
“Are you getting this?” I ask Tairn, glancing left and right to see if

anyone else noticed the pure ridiculousness spewing from the woman’s

mouth, but everyone else looks…horrified, like they actually believe a
village was destroyed by mythical creatures.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Details or not, it looks like the horde is heading north,” the male says.
“Straight toward our trading post on the border across from your garrison at

Athebyne. Are you armed?”

“We’re armed,” Xaden admits.
“Then our job here is done. You’ve been warned,” the male says. “Now

we have to go defend our people. As it is, this side trip only gives us about
an hour to reach them in time.”