Chapter Twelve
I helped Drinn back to the room. Otsoa followed, growling under his breath when the minions shut the door behind us. The lock clicked into place, and minions shuffled around on the outside, taking guard positions surrounding the door. Drinn stumbled to the floor, then rolled over to look up at us and laughed frantically.
“This isn’t funny,” I rasped at her. “If that was a lie it was a stupid one to tell here. And if you weren’t lying—”
“You should have seen your faces.” She rolled back and sat up on the floor. “Well if you two bought it I’m sure he did, too.”
It wasn’t an answer. And I was going to get a straight answer. “Look at me Drinn. Who hired you to do this?”
“You were there. You know who hired me.” She looked away.
I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look
