Chapter 18
MILLEUS SLID the truck into neutral and let it coast to a stop until the tyres hit the kerb in front of the Town Hall. He glared at the building’s facade with its pompous columns. The gentle rolling hills of the town stretched out behind it, with their sprawling timber houses, but the main street was a neat row of solid stone buildings in a mockery of a streetscape in Tiverius. Somehow, it looked even less like anything in the capital. These monstrosities, built from funds squandered by Destran, were all fake.
Mercy, he always grew cranky if he had to go shopping.
But with the youngsters on the farm, he needed decent food and this morning, his second pair of work trousers had come apart and he didn’t know how to fix them. He’d grown tired of asking Andreus’ grumpy wife and di
