Psycho leaned forward slightly, chin braced on the seat. "The Wardens, Seelie or Unseelie, also don't need a commander standing behind them when they do it. They don't do pep talks like humans do to get them in the mood to kill."
Zubair nodded once. "That means someone set them on her," he said.
"Yes," Aerenyx replied. "I am pretty sure that we are beating a dead horse at this point. But we all agree that someone had to have sent her."
Caerwyn finally spoke from the back, voice calm and contemptuous.
"And someone polluted them," he said. "A Seelie Warden carrying an Unseelie blade is filth. It shouldn't exist."
Psycho snorted. "I like how you say that like the weapon is the insult, not the fact they tried to split her in two."
Caerwyn's gaze didn't shift from Sera. "Both can be true."
Zubair didn't let them drift into court politics again.
