CHAPTER 21

Lorik sank into the same over-cushioned chair he had used on the first visit to Xavien's apartments.

Across from him sat two Shifters. One, an aging dark-skinned man with wiry gray hair and eyebrows so wild they seemed in danger of crawling from his face. The second was younger, but still sported streaks of silver at his temples.

Both were warriors, with the broad shoulders and defined muscle that