Everything went quiet.
I'd never known Locke had ordered anyone to draw us. Had someone already seen them? Would he send them to lords and merchants, or even to minstrels in the streets? The memories I'd believed were ours alone were a weapon he could use against me any time he liked.
The thought of others seeing my body wasn't the worst of it. What crushed me was that Locke had betrayed the trust I'd handed him so freely, just so he could show off.
I went cold all over. Ronan pulled me into his arms at once and put himself between me and Locke's gaze. "Don't listen to him. Leave this to me." He drew his broadsword. Locke's knights moved in, and in an instant the reception hall was full of drawn steel.
"Wait."
I caught Ronan's wrist and slowly stepped out of his embrace. My legs were
