Chapter 201: The Worst Pitch In Drakenfell History

It took her forty minutes to work up to it.

Forty minutes of sitting across from Fin while he worked through reports and she pretended to read a briefing Tiberon had given her. Forty minutes of rehearsing in her head, rearranging words, discarding entire approaches, and generally behaving like a woman about to defuse an explosive device with a set of instructions written in a language she was blood-bound not to translate.