Chapter 3
The silence in Minister Moriel’s office was excruciating. Nahtaia tried to hold back her anger, she really did, but the desire to unleash her wrath on any breathing creature near her won the battle.
“Are you insane?” she shrieked. “This is madness! Did someone put a pinch too many poppies in your morning tea?”
Moriel threw an “I told you so” look at Oren, who grinned widely in return. Nahtaia didn’t know what to do with herself, and her mouth opened and closed in silent protest.
“He offered himself for the job, and I thought it an appropriate punishment for you, considering your relationship. He knows you well. There is no getting out of this one.” Moriel stood up from the desk and walked to a window looking out into Lyra’s city streets below them. “He will shadow you. Everyt
