“Karryl! Karryl, wait!” Jane called out after the swiftly disappearing figure of the Latharian warrior.
She’d jumped out of the carriage almost before it had stopped, almost trampling Kenna in the process. Throwing a quick apology over her shoulder, she set off after her quarry. For a big man, he moved fast, those long, leather-clad legs eating the distance. By the time she reached the door he’d disappeared into from the stable courtyard, he was halfway down the corridor within.
“Karryl, please…would you bloody well hold on!”
He paused near the next corner and looked over his shoulder. Trotting down the deserted corridor, she reached his side.
“You’re leaving?”
No sense in pretending she hadn’t heard the conversation that had resulted in them all coming back to the palace, or the exch
