Chapter 23
Iellieth could feel Marcon’s eyes watching her from across their evening’s campfire. After the encounter with Flendon and his guards, they’d traveled as quietly and swiftly as possible, conscious that soldiers might be following close behind.
“What are you going to tell them, when we get back?” he asked.
“Besides the fact that our negotiations failed and my stepfather’s soldiers have been tipped off about where I am?”
“Is that truly how you see it, lady?” His voice was calm, but it did nothing to soothe the irritation that prickled across her skin.
“What would you have me say instead?” She’d run through dozens of possible scenarios for her report to the conclave, but none of them resulted in anyone besides Mara wanting her to stay.
Marcon sat in silence. She hadn’t meant t
