Chapter 712: Challenger

A second gaping hole opened and Piers Southway stepped through. From the easy grin on his face, he'd managed to listen in. Alone, towering over the shorter, more slender Belaisle, he saluted the leader of the Brotherhood.

"I think I heard a little birdie," he said. "She mentioned something about the empty plane. How it was once the home of all sorcerers." Piers stroked his chin with one hand before winking at the now scowling leader. "Does that mean I get to pick the paint color for my new room?"

A titter of laughter raced around the tent. I could feel Eva's power pushing against her son, saw the flicker of anger on her face, but cheered inside as the young Southway did what his mother refused to do.

Challenged the Brotherhood.

"Steam Union," Belaisle almost spat at Piers's feet. "You're not sorcerers. When you're not hiding in mouse holes, you're just lapdogs of the witches."

Since when did witches and the Steam Union work together?

Just petty jealousy on Belaisle's part, maybe.