“I…I think you’re reading into things,” I stammer.
“Well, I suppose I’ll find out tomorrow night.” His smile returned, Rhydian says, “Meet me here at five o’clock. You can go to the king’s banquet as my guest. I’ll provide the clothes and wig, all you need to do is bring whatever evidence you’ve collected and those scales you want to sell me.”
~ * ~
There’s only one problem with Berrel’s plan. I don’t have any place to go before tomorrow night. When I return to my small, cozy room, the tears begin to prick my eyes again. I pack my bag slowly and then the emotions overwhelm me. I lay out on the mattress.
What if King Siles doesn’t believe me? What if none of it matters anyway, because Adom has gone off to Onyx where the dragons are waiting to pounce on him? Where will I go if everything
