The BrothersCrowds roared as we passed, their voices angry. “Why have you not told Jonathan? He thought Gardena wrote to him directly.”
Lance and Beloty exchanged a glance. “I didn’t want him to know what Cesare’s done,” Beloty said. “That his own brother would withhold his medication …” He gave me a quick glance, then shook his head. “Hasn’t he been hurt enough?”
I didn’t open the curtains. I already knew what lay outside: streets of white stone; clear crystals atop wrought-iron lamp-posts; dark-skinned people in bright-colored clothing. Although the guards at the search-house had surely sent word to Cesare, I didn’t want anyone to see me yet.
Roy had played me. And worse, he’d used Tony and Jonathan to do it. The thought was infuriating.
Yet I felt glad to see Gardena. It’d been unki
