Chapter 8
The Prisoners —Ruarnon
“I better check on my cousin, but I hope you obtain the information you seek,” said Mawana, rising from the table.
“Why don’t you take Troy and Michael with you?” Lenaris suggested pleasantly.
Mawana frowned politely, while Troy’s brows rose high enough to disappear under his curly hair.
“Come on,” said Fiona, standing, and shooting Lenaris a small smile while the boys stood.
“They need more rest,” Lenaris whispered in Ruarnon’s ear. “Linh can translate for us if we need a translator.”
She’d spoken with a smile, but that hadn’t been a suggestion. And at Ruarnon’s frown, Tor nodded his approval. Of course. Admitting them to the room to question the sorcerers would be like taking them to a Royal Council Meeting. They weren’t members of the Royal Counci
