Cardan’s eyebrows rise. “My brother sent me a message.” He unfolds it from his pocket:
If you want to save your neck, pay me a visit. And put your seneschal on a leash.
“So,” he says, holding it out to me. “What have you been about?”
I let out a sigh of relief. It didn’t take long for Lady Asha to pass the information I gave her to Balekin, and it didn’t take long for Balekin to act on it. One point to me.
“I stopped you from getting some messages,” I admit.
“And you decided not to mention them.” Cardan looks at me without particular rancor but is not exactly pleased. “Just as you declined to tell me about Balekin’s meetings with Orlagh or Nicasia’s plans for me.”
“Look, of course Balekin wants to see you,” I say, trying to redirect the conversation away from his sadly incomplete lis
