Chapter Ten
Back at her rooms, she attempted to bar the door. She didn’t have a good latch, but the worktable pushed across it would alert her to any intruders and possibly slow them down some. She had almost gotten the table into place when she heard footsteps in the hall, light, familiar footsteps. She hastily pulled the table back to let Kinner in.
“Lady Planner,” he said. “You rushed away, and I was afraid that you were not feeling well. Will you be able to ride in the morning?”
“I will.”
“His Highness said that you might stay. He might ask your advice on the matter of Tiadun.”
“No!” Darna put up a hand in an all-but-forgotten gesture, as if to ward off a blow. “I’m sorry,” she said, lowering her hand. “I must go. If he insists I stay, tell him that he will regret it.”
“I don’t u
