I put some cheese and meat on my plate.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He nodded at the sea.

It was. There was something ancient about it, something impossibly alluring. Thousands of years ago, people gazed at the sea just like we did now, mesmerized by the pattern of evening light on the waves. They had their own dreams and ambitions, but at the core they must’ve been just like us: they loved and hated, worried about their problems and celebrated their triumphs. Long after we were gone, the sea would still remain, and other people would watch it and be bewitched.

“The Volkodavi are lamassu,” I said.

“I know,” he said.

“When did you find out?”

“When I saw one fly out of your medmage’s room. The Volkodavi have a good reputation back in Ukraine, but I’ve heard some stories. People disappearing. Monsters eating human bodies. I put two and two together. They came out of nowhere a few years ago, took over the local pack, and then the strange shit started.” Hugh cut a piece of meat. “Your father hates the breed. He says they were badly made. I think they could be useful under the right circumstances, but they have very little discipline. Hammering them into usable soldiers would be difficult. You’d have to get them from childhood, and even then there is no guarantee.”

“You’re talking about them like they are pit bull puppies.”

“Not a bad analogy, actually. It would take a few generations to breed the crazy out of the lamassu. Why bother? A properly trained German shepherd can kill as well as an undisciplined pit bull, and it’s a lot easier to handle.”

This conversation was getting under my skin. I drank my water.

“I like it here,” Hugh said.

“It is beautiful.”

“You should stay,” he said. “After Desandra gives birth and the Beast Lord takes his pack home. Have a vacation. Live a little, swim in the sea, eat delicious food that’s bad for you.”

“I’m sure it would be a glorious vacation right up to the point where you serve my head on a silver platter to Roland.”

“For you, I’d spring for gold,” he said.

“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Are you actually planning to fight him?” Hugh leaned forward.

“If it comes to it.”

Hugh put down his fork and walked to the edge. “See that rock down there?”

I got up and stood at my edge of the table. He was pointing at a jagged boulder jutting from the side of the mountain.

Hugh opened his mouth. Magic snapped like a striking whip. An invisible torrent of power crashed into the rock. The boulder broke into shards.

A power word. Nice. When I used mine, it ripped me up with pain. Hugh didn’t seem any worse for wear.