Kael had won the argument eleven minutes ago. The room was still catching up.
"She is the only dark mage on this continent who has successfully performed a targeted neural extraction without permanent damage."
"She," Griffin repeated, like the word had a flavor he was still chewing.
"Yes, Griffin. We've been through this. You've identified her pronoun."
"Fine," Ryker breathed. "Bring her."
"She's in the corridor."
"Of course she is."
"Efficiency, Ryker. Try it sometime."
Ryker closed his eyes. Opened them. "Under no circumstances does this leave this room. If anything, and I mean anything, goes in a direction that Jaxon identifies as hostile, we terminate the practitioner. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Kael said. "Though 'terminate the practitioner' is a bit aggressive for a woman who is about to fix your king for free."
The door opened.
