“I’m glad,” he said again as though unsure what else to say. This wasn’t the Best Bruce knew. He was never unsure. He’d always seemed austere with an undercurrent of good humor that rarely saw the light of day. He patted Bruce on the shoulder and moved past him. “I’ll meet you at the back entrance of the temple tomorrow night. The transport will arrive once the sun sets.”
Bruce cleared his throat before he spoke. “I’ll meet you there.”
“Trent may not be willing to go with you, but mention my name and he should agree. If he doesn’t—”
“I’ll persuade him.”
“Gently, please Bruce. The man is a patient, after all.”
“You said by any means.”
“I would prefer if his absence was not noticed for a time. You charging through the wards with him slung over your shoulder, cursing you with his every
