Chapter 217: Dark Brother's Mascot

If it wasn't so laughably ridiculous I'd have been lunging physically over the heads of those sitting in front of me and launching myself at Belaisle to tear that smirk from his face. Instead, I shook my head, prodding his power with mine, feeling Dark Brother's influence and wondering for the first time what would happen, really happen, if he and I were in a position to fight right here and now.

The prospect appealed.