Greg didn’t recognize any of these faces. Who the fuck were they and where did they come from?

His eyes glazed over and he linked the mavericks who hadn’t arrived, ‘Do not let any hunters enter the field.’

‘As you wish, Your Grace,’ they chimed.

His octopus was going to kill him but he’d deal with that later. These set of rogues could kill three hunters at once if they were trained, which he hoped they weren’t.

‘Greg!’ Lucy broke into his mind with a deafening snarl. ‘Itam’s reception is already as bad as it is, so why the HELL were you blocking out links?’

He didn’t realize that he...