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DESTOTA AND MALLORY stared at each other for a long moment, and Davon held up his hands. “We are ready to discuss terms, but surely, Mr. and Mrs. Valentine,” He waved his hand. “You can see we...need each other. The Phelb people will not take kindly to an alliance of any kind, but we can agree to a cease fire until we can formally find a way to make peace between our peoples.”
Destota looked up at the screen. “Venlent, why did you go with him?”
“I believed him, sir.” I replied honestly. “And once I heard the recordings, saw the combat footage, when I saw it all, I believed him. They wanted me to lead the Marauders, so there would be no more direct action against Vandorians.”
He nodded. “We’ll get back to you with our answer shortly.
The transmission cut off and Wrathe looked at me. “Do you think they will attack?” He asked. I analyzed his expression. Genuine fear. They were terrified of Destota and Mallory.
I shrugged one shoulder. “I can’t say. But I wouldn’t imagine they’d just attack for no reason and then go battle Gilbaglians.
He nodded, fearful. “I will retire to my chambers.”
“To pray?” I mocked.
“There is no God.” He replied, sorrow in his voice. I frowned at that.
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