Chapter Twelve
A thick mist shrouded the street outside Andru’s, glowing faintly with the diffused radiance of hidden streetlights. Within seconds, it soaked through Kriss’s clothes. He shivered.
A black shape materialized within the swirling fog. “A short ten minutes,” said the soft voice. With its owner invisible, it sounded cold and emotionless, almost computer-like. “Shall we go?”
With some difficulty, Kriss found his own voice. “Where?”
“Only a little way, into a side street.” Faint amusement touched the cold tones. “Sound carries in a fog. I don’t want to be overheard.”
“All right.” Kriss followed Vorlick uneasily across the street. Disturbingly, the man led him into the same alley where he and Tevera had met and talked.
And kissed.
Kriss trailed his icy fingers against the we
