Bab 914: Fear

"Shall I give word then?" Prince Thomas' voice escaped the phone, diving directly into Khan's ear.

"Yes," Khan confirmed, Baoway's night breeze blowing on his face as he flew outside the city. "Once I deal with the descendants' families, I'll meet the other factions' leaders."

"Are these meetings arranged already?" Prince Thomas questioned.

"Monica is setting them up," Khan explained. "She will have proper dates in a day or two."

"Very well," Prince Thomas stated. "Nephew, should I inquire about your current activities now?"

Khan didn't bother replying and closed the call, storing his phone in his pelts. Theoretically, the meeting with the descendants was his last task for the day, but the night had room for more, and he could think of something that required his attention.