Chapter 5
I stared out the window and tapped my fingers on the windowpane. “How long will they keep us here?”
“I suspect the Tsar doesn’t quite trust us and we might be here for a very long time.” The Silver Fox lay on a couch with his feet propped up on a table, eating grapes. He finished the grape and then scratched the back of his neck.
“You don’t look too disturbed being held captive here.”
The Silver Fox turned to look at the bowl of grapes he had beside him and shrugged. “I don’t necessarily call this imprisonment.” He thought for a moment and said, “Though being trapped underground for nearly a decade, that’s a different story.”
I ignored his attempt to engage me in an argument. “I’m leaving tonight if we don’t get to see the Tsar again. We’re wasting time here.” I had had enou
