Truly, it was beautiful. Too bad Yarrow was still unconscious. He grabbed Pyrrhus' reins, clucked to his own horse, and began to lead both horses in a slow walk down Perimeter Road, into the poor section of town, taking the long way to give Yarrow a bit of time to recover.
He still wondered what had strained her friendship with Jules, and if it had anything to do with Caelum's own betrayal of her trust. Jules had followed her when she'd gone up the stairs to kill Seigneur Timor, he knew, and he'd made damned sure no one else had followed him to bear witness.
Most days he himself couldn't believe what he'd done, but then he thought of what he would have risked losing by not doing it. He didn't fairly see he'd had a choice.
Maybe I could have chosen a different poison.
He'd not made the
