Chapter 92
“Malakor, what do you have for me?” Duncan asked.
Later that afternoon, Malakor arrived at the Fairy Kingdom, but no one paid him any mind. Over the last several weeks, he had become a welcome and frequent guest, and no one questioned his presence anymore—at least, no one who approved of his visits. Douglas and his acolytes held different opinions, though they were forced to keep them quiet until they were behind closed doors.
“I’ve spent the last forty-eight hours scouring every frame of footage from those cameras you let me tuck away,” Malakor began, his voice dropping so that only Duncan could hear him. He didn't just reach into his bag; he fished through it with a frantic precision until his claws clicked against a thumb drive. “Most of it is the usual—Douglas circling Ar
