CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Thanos resisted the urge to punch the wall of the stables, but only just.
“Tell us the truth,” he demanded of the stable boy who stood in front of him and Stephania.
He would have fought any number of opponents in the practice arena rather than spend another minute in frustrating investigation. He would have given anything he had to have an opponent in front of him, a problem that he could solve in a simple, honest way, rather than by skulking around, trying to unpick the intrigues of the court.
But he didn’t have an opponent in front of him. That was the point. He was caught up in all this, and he wasn’t sure how much time he had. Eventually, he was sure, someone would work out his new role with the rebellion, and that meant he only had a little while to find the
