He stood outside the back of the Leary Building, his arms across his chest as he stared at the repugnant community of Feather Lakes behind him. Bertram couldn’t believe he had Rhychard Bartlett in his grasp and the Warrior still squirmed his way out. If Aradhon informed Prince Dakath of Bertram’s failure, not only would the prince want his skin, but so would his father. The Patriarch of the Leary clan would be irate that Bertram failed to bring justice to the Warriors for what happened to the Learys centuries ago. He didn’t care about disappointing the prince or erecting that asinine Gateway. His father, however, was an entirely different matter. No one failed his father. Not and lived anyway.