"When the coven ruled to end the relationship between them, Luna invoked the Drah'Morr… and you have been chosen to represent them."
Malakai frowned at Grath'Mekhai's words.
He didn't like the sound of that. It felt like he was being asked to risk his life in some savage competition, all to protect someone else's relationship. Just the thought of it was insane to him.
"Respectfully," Malakai said, watching his words carefully. He was deep in enemy territory, and there was no telling what these people truly had in mind.
The hate directed at him was obvious, and Malakai understood why. Still, the coven head standing before him had been surprisingly reasonable, so far.
'She wants me to participate…'
It was the feeling Malakai had gotten during their brief conversation. He had been ready to refuse outright, but she had asked him to hear her out first.
Which raised a troubling thought, if he rejected the only friendly face here, what then?
