“We need to get rid of him somehow, dammit!” Brigade shot up to her full height, wind magic flashing in depths of her eyes. “What the fuck else are we supposed to do? Just let him hoard all the resources so we-”
“Lower your voice,” Nymstryx cut in sharply. “The whole clan will hear you that way. That’s the last thing we need.” Brigade gave a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut and then back open again in a slump of defeat. “Pehir and Pandanharr have enough bees in their brain they won’t just take his position away. We have to get him-...wait.” A wicked grin split Brigade’s face, and they rose back up again, slowly. “Denora. We could ask Denora. She ought to know...” Nymstryx raised an eyebrow, but her expression didn’t change.
“You know what? You just might be right.”