Chapter 8An hour later, his foot still sore from the stomp Obreé had given it, Bron limped into the palace via the underground tunnels. Although worries continued to plague him, he did feel more optimistic regarding the scheme, especially after meeting the man Obreé had hired for the important task.
Blond, muscle-bound, with a hairless torso—thanks to a razor expertly employed by one of Obreé’s girls—and a sizeable magiwand, Nordain Gyrick did appear the perfect bait, considering Lancine D’Olica’s taste in men. Obreé had indeed selected well from the likely candidates. Once the tailor fitted him with a gentleman’s threads and the tutor gave him a crash course in the art of proper speech, Nordain would be ready for the task.
But would Lancine fall for the ruse?
Bron could only pray she w
