“I see a court-martial in our future.” Embeth frowned and shoved a grenade into the bandolier before reaching over and grabbing the last neutralizer. A cartridge for the weapon lay on a nearby table. He scowled at it before grabbing it, loading it into the g*n and slipping it into an ankle holster.
“Let"s worry about that later,” I muttered.
Kedge slipped his staff into the sling strapped to his back and fixed me with a hard look. I felt his monocled eye boring into me. He continued staring until finally I threw up my hands in exasperation.
“What?” I asked, mildly irritated.
He offered a weak smile before reaching into the folds of his robe. His closed fist emerged and he held it out. “Open your hand.”
I opened it reluctantly, realizing it remained difficult for me to trust him. He ha
