Lucanis' jaw tightened, eyes hard as he considered Davrin's words, was clearly trying to come up with some counter to them that would be believed, be listened to. This was Crow business. This was family business. He had compromised with bringing Rook sometimes because Rook had helped him out of prison and was the one holding the last contract Caterina ever made for him.

And Davrin was a Grey fucking Warden, and this was, if anything, extremely his job. Asking for help for this - asking for it from him - it rubbed Lucanis the wrong way. Felt like weakness. Maybe it was all their pushing back and forth. Davrin challenged him the way few did that Lucanis put up with. Worse still, he kept being fucking right.

He hated it. Hated that he needed another person, that he had to rely on anyone except himself.

"Fine. Teia has already told me I need a handler and designated that your job. Try to keep up."

If Davrin was going to demand to come with, the heavy-armored warrior was going to have to learn to keep up with Lucanis' speed.