Rhyson
Nobody said a word as I walked out of the office, but a few minutes later, I found Troy behind me. “Don’t you have someone to spy for you?” I asked.
“Not spying. Apparently there’s a skirmish forming between your people and mine. I was going to suggest we go check it out.”
A skirmish? I frowned. “My people don’t skirmish.”
“Neither do mine, so this should be interesting.” He fell into step next to me. “We fight to survive out here, but we do know how to have fun.”
“Are you implying that my people don’t know how to fight to survive? Do you know what we’ve faced to get here?”
Troy shrugged. “I just assumed the outside was all luxury cars and golden thrones.”
He was baiting me. It was clever. “Our threats are different, but they are no less real. I brought only the best with me.
