He had to think quick. By now Mossa and the brothers could well be out of range of his hornrat call, loud as it was. He could stab this witch, and go on, but if she was telling the truth they’d be done for. He could stab her and call the mission off, but then they’d never really know and he would never live it down. Forget the bole-marshal dressing him down—the triadic Heads themselves would demand he explain how a junior Seedwind figured it was his decision to abort a raid. Especially a raid like this one.
Bad choices, all around. Unless…
I really loved the tension in this excerpt. I could feel how stuck Frix was, realizing he was caught in a no-win situation. Excellently crafted and a pleasure to read!
Thank you for the kind words :)
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