CHAPTER 223
Bryar lowered his voice. "I'll take her."
Gandrik frowned. "Your Majesty—"
"I'll bring the witch to her sister myself."
The General immediately shook his head. "I can't allow—"
"You have to." Bryar cut him off. "You're the Grand General. Your place is beside your king." He glanced toward the mansion. "Not escorting a witch through your own territory."
Gandrik's jaw tightened.
Bryar continued before he could argue again. "If anything happens while you're away, who takes responsibility?"
"Argon is here—"
"Just stay here." Bryar gave his shoulder a firm squeeze. "Keep every wolf where they should be."
Gandrik looked toward Aradria for a moment before lowering his voice further.
"But Prince Zavien is also there."
Bryar blinked. "...What?" Then he grabbed Gandrik by the front of his uniform and yanked him closer. "Why did you put them in the same place?" he asked through gritted teeth.
