CHAPTER 413

ROLTAR SIX

"How many of our tribe made it?" Cha'talla asked as they sat in the suite now. Esther was in the bed chambers gathering and packing what they brought from the Runner.

Fash'ka watched from the couch, watched as the pureblood vampire female moved quickly and efficiently in the large room meticulously returning items to the bags resting on the bed. A bed that had seen considerable use if the rumpled sheets and blankets were any indication.

"Most of them made it off Akruxia. Many should have already reached the agreed upon location. They will wait three weeks for the signal as agreed and then scatter to the winds if they hear nothing." T'lolt answered. "Your mate died insuring this brother. I know it was a joining of political necessity only Cha'talla, but she died with pride and honor."

"Honor?" Cha'talla spoke softly sitting back in his chair. "The purebloods of the Coven know not the meaning of that word."