CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I stiffened and Tegan frowned before strode over and stopped before the entrance. “Who is it?”
The voice of a young lad answered. “I have a message for a Mr. Tegan from the payer.”
Tegan opened the door and revealed a lad of eight. The young man held out a slip of paper to him. “He said to give this to you and for you to burn it as quick as you can. If you want to give a reply then you know where to find him.”
Tegan accepted the paper and rummaged through his coat before he pulled out a coin which he handed to the young man. The boy’s face lit up and he tipped his cap. “Thank you, sir!” And with that, he scurried away down the hall.
Tegan shut the door and turned to me with a confused expression. The paper had been sealed with wax and he pried that open w
