Lilia wanted to know why he had been at the docks. George sighed, ‘I’m with the Provost,’ he looked up. ‘Its my place in life, and I thought it was yours, to work in the defense of this realm.’ Yet here she was, smuggling. Knowingly smuggling in contraband. Dark and dangerous magic to no end of purpose. He suspected that contained within the little box would be the means to carry out treason. To see the King’s sons killed.
‘So you’re going to arrest me?’ She searched his expression.
‘I need time to think,’ George admitted. He had hoped for simple answers but felt that they hadn’t managed to move forward. Everything was an argument and the events of the night stretched between them. For the first time he wished he could be somewhere else, that he’d let some other investigator pursue the
