‘Who are you?’ Lilia asked, with more confidence than she felt.Technically she was in the wrong for theft, but Thade was wrapped up in Graces’ death. Somehow! But she didn’t have any proof.
‘We’ve been introduced,’ he remained perfectly still as they stood in the courtyard. The point of her sword resting against the metal buckle of his belt. He held his hands at his sides, as though in some kind of surrender. One that she didn’t believe, not for a second. ‘My name is George Thade.’
He was dressed in dark breeches over boots. He wore a knitted sweatshirt of deep burgundy. A far cry from the sophisticated fashion of the night before, the wool of his outer layer was frayed at the neck and cuffs. She couldn’t explain it, but the worn and warm quality of the garment was somehow infinitely ev
