What he did learn from his watchers was that Luther was not pursuing his quarry any further. He’d done the same thing in Azania. Once things got botched, he simply-disposed of his own pawns. Niall didn’t know exactly how Luther was seiecting his victims, but he could make an educated guess. Protecting the next in line wasn’t something he could concern himself with, painful though it was to think of what would happen to them. Luther’s hunger had grown to extreme levels, and that was simply unknown for one of his kind. It meant he was almost burning up with the intensity of what he was doing.