Though all others might be false, I’d never believe it of Jonathan. Why would he risk himself so many times if he meant me dead?
Men dressed in Diamond livery — white trimmed in silver — rode ahead of and behind the carriage. Startled, I closed the curtain, hoping none had glimpsed me.
On the far side of the river, a stout, dark-skinned man in a navy and brass uniform with the Diamond Symbol on his shoulders opened the door. “This way.”
Lance let me go first. A large crowd of high-card children near Katie's age wearing green and black school uniforms stood across the street, shouting and waving signs. We were led past the guard box to a building which hadn’t been there the last time I’d visited Diamond quadrant. The size of a small house, it was painted black, with the door labeled, “Se
