"Right, Kraven?" Logi veered his gaze at him.
"Yes… she was," he replied breathlessly.
"Cheers to your win then. I know by your decree she won, after all, the mannfae we all wished dead is still alive and breathing." Logi took a drink from the wooden cup.
Rav gulped, taking in everything, especially Logi's words and suddenly it felt like the dots were connecting.
But it couldn't be right. Maybe he was overthinking it. But the more his mind placed the pieces together it felt like a discovery was unearthed.
He couldn't contain it any longer, an inescapable feeling storming his body, his mouth moving before he could control it.
"It was all your plan," he mumbled.
Kraven chuckled softly. "What is it, Raviel? Coming to some fruition?"
"Logi's words; Everything worked according to your plan," Rav mumbled. "Does this mean…" He swallowed thickly. "Our five winters journey, stumbling upon a town on the east coast, a particular brothel, was not a coincidence?"
