Through Time-Frankie
“He waved a hand to one of the ornate gold gilt chairs spread around the long oak table and said, “Sit, Sventer. Be comfortable.”
Sventer looked around the war room, touched one of his pointed blue ears and did not smile.
Pestale watched him curiously. The Blue Demon walked out of the way of the large panoramic window, which allowed a great deal of direct sunlight to fill the sparsely furnished room. He stood beside one of the chairs in the shadows and returned Pestale’s gaze, giving nothing of his thoughts away as he said, “I prefer to stand.”
“As you wish,” Pestale smirked at him, and stood at the head of the long table and pyramided his hands to his chin before saying, “What news have you brought me?” Here was an important ally. For a few years, Pestale had been carefully developing a friendship with Sventer, an alpha Demon. He asked nothing of him until these last few months, when he told him how important he and his little band of soldiers would be to his plans.
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