CHAPTER SIX
Peter takes the piece of paper, studying it. He furrows his eyebrows, pursing lips. Seconds later, his eyes widen. In an instant, he tilts his head, straightening his mouth, and sucks his teeth. Clenching his jaw, he holds a constant stare into Giles’ eyes.
Giles lets a fleeting flinch free.
Peter shakes his head. “This is impossible. I’ve never been to Prora once, let alone committed treason. You, sir, are mistaken.” He pushes the paper back into Giles’ hand, crinkling it. “This cannot be right.” Breathing in deep, he exhales, folding his arms.
Giles grins, folding the wanted poster, and tucks it under his doublet. “I assure you I’m not mistaken." Giles swirls his finger in the air. "Now, turn around and come quietly.” He raises his eyebrows, letting a smirk roll its way a
