ELEVEN
Patience corners me before I can swipe a dinner tray and head upstairs to Lord Faigen’s sick room. She stands tapping at the ground with one foot. “And where are you off to?”
“Just to check on…” I lower my voice to a whisper, “our patient.”
“Ryrick’s with him,” she replies. “Don’t you want to come out to the arena with me?”
If Ryrick is with Faigen, I’ll need to wait for a better time to get information from him. I need to find Rhydian and make sure he’s...make sure he’s okay. He said he wanted me to stay away from him, but he can’t really mean it. Can he?
“Actually, I was thinking about heading into the forest to restock our supplies. If you have a list of things you need, I’ll look for them.”
Patience glances at the low ring of dying sunlight. “Not at this hour.”
I smile at
