"One."
Cassian answered with a sob so embarrassing that across an ocean, Renwick Lunaris hunched over, unsure why it felt like his legacy took a direct kick to the balls.
Kael lowered his hand. The fire dimmed.
The prince's entire body went limp with relief as a wet spot spread beneath him. Kael briefly considered keeping him alive just so Renwick would know that his son pissed himself.
He raised his arm again.
Cassian screamed at a pitch that violated the Geneva Convention of manhood.
Kael lowered it then raised it three times in a row, fast.
Cassian screamed, stopped, screamed, stopped, screamed. Three wolves in the back row covered their ears.
The throne room doors exploded inward.
A soldier stormed inside like a man who just caught his wife sucking off the mailman, covered in dark fae blood and skidded to a stop in the center of the room.
"ALPHA! Dark fae at the eastern perimeter! Three portals, ground assault, at least two hundred—"
