"Fine, I will go, but before that, I want to send a message to Lucien."
"You want to involve the Northern Grand Duke of the Viremount Empire in our fight?" Elian asked, surprised, but Julian immediately corrected him.
"I am not sending him a message for you, Purifier. Do not forget his son is here. And he will hold the church responsible for any danger that his son is exposed to. Right now, he needs to know that the area his son is staying at is being threatened by demons. For this, I shall make no compromise." He spoke, firm and hard, in ways that Elian could never refute. "So, get me a carrier bird."
Elian's jaw tightened, his silver eyes flashing with irritation. He clearly didn't like being reminded that the Church was currently babysitting the cub of the North's most dangerous wolf. But the logic was undeniable; if anything happened to Lucius, Alaric wouldn't just send a letter—he would bring an army.
