CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Angelica stood in a small stand of trees and watched the harbor with the stillness of a snake waiting to strike. She’d been watching for more than an hour now, forcing herself to remain calm, waiting for her moment. Someone else might have found that hard, or given in to the urge to rush down there, but Angelica knew how to be patient.
She’d watched Sophia’s arrival in the village, watched her walk around, obviously seeking passage to Ishjemme, as she’d said in her letter. Angelica had considered striking at her in the streets of the village, stepping out from a doorway or ambushing her in the inn, but the truth was that there were too many people there for that. She might be able to do what she needed to and get away, but people would see her, and that would mean tha
