Chapter : Rafe

It's too soon.

Impatience and frustration filled Rafe. Today, the Rhomanii would fill the city. The injjii had informed them while they were eating their morning meal.

"The others have been summoned."

"What do you mean they've 'been summoned?'" Rafe glared at the hologram of a robed figure, the resemblance to the priestess uncanny. The injjii - or Ingy as Emma persisted in calling the house servant - had chosen a somewhat corporeal form because, as Emma complained, "Disembodied voices freak me out."

"A squad of drones was sent to escort the ships," Ingy explained.

"On whose order?" Because Rafe certainly never asked for the rest of his people to come. He wasn't ready. He'd yet to find the path to the castle in the mountains.