“I didn’t mean to alarm you,” Riley said to Kazlen, sheathing his sword. “Your instincts were correct.” Riley bent and retrieved the crossbow bolt he had struck from the air with his sword. “Let’s go see who doesn’t like you and get my knife back.”
“I didn’t know you carried a knife,” Kazlen remarked as they started down the corridor.
“I always carry a knife,” Riley assured him.
always The man was dead when they found him. He wore the robes of an Academic Regent.
“Recognize him?” he asked.
Kazlen shook his head. “No, I have never seen him before. I would remember.”
“I doubt this was a case of mistaken identity.” Riley attempted to retrieve his blade, but it had lodged into bone.
“Leave it for now,” Kazlen told him. “I go to the council chambers. Somehow, I feel your presence would n
