Chapter FifteenColin wondered if Stendahl had turned them in. Meghan clearly had the same thought and glanced at him. A quick shake of her head negated the possibility and he nodded to show that he accepted her assessment.
The figure had moved closer to the window, but still he didn’t look at the spectator watching from far above.
“Someone has lied to you, lieutenant.” Roland ground out between his teeth.
“My orders come from High Judge Duprés. You are in league with the Craft.”
“And if you ever repeat such a thing in my presence I will rip those golden pips from your arm and feed them to you. Now get out of my way.” He strode forward and the man threw himself at the ambassador.
For a moment they were wrapped in a mad embrace like a furious hug as all around them were frozen. And then
