Chapter 60. Chat with Quain

CYRAN

“So. You’re the Bekkis twins everyone’s yapping about, eh?”

I exchange a confused glance with Saelyna.

“‘Everyone’? Who’s ‘Everyone’?” she asks.

“Well, of course, the Network.”

He shifts his glance from me to her and back again, reading our stares. “Oh. You don’t know.”

“They talked about it earlier this evening,” Saelyna says, “Who are they?”

Quain puffs out his lips but he doesn’t wince from the scald as he did before I healed him.

“As the name suggests, we are a chain of folks with linked interests scattered over Quindar, though, we’re mostly south, and ‘headquarters’ is in Tussel.”

“How long? How long has the Network existed?” Saelyna asks.

“Since the rebellion. Still made up of wolvens and elves, but it’s not just to make a separate nation anymore.” No, they’re too angry for that now.

I already know their agenda even without Quain saying it. I could see it in the green flash of Veesa’s eyes and the