Rin smiled as well, letting their gaze linger on the two men just long enough to suggest that they had enjoyed the conversation more than they let on. “Do excuse me,” they said. “Duty calls.”
Walking side by side with Rin, Miri led her partner to an empty table near the kitchen. She had to wait for a young waiter to come barreling out before she asked the question that danced on the tip of her tongue.
“Do you sense anything?”
Rin shook their head.
Miri let out the breath she had been holding. Lifting her glass, she took another sip of wine. “Maybe Larani was wrong. Maybe the assassin changed their plans.”
“Don’t let all the cordial smiles fool you,” Rin muttered. “Many of these people feel a simmering hostility toward one another. But nothing verging on the edge of violence. On the co
