13
A Spy in the House
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“T
hat treasonous bastard!”
Ewan slammed his fist down on the table in front of him and cursed Gerard for the hundredth time. The jar of the impact caused a twinge of pain to shoot up his side. He winced and rubbed gently at his bandaged wound. A physician had stitched the damage and given him a cup of bitter tasting tea for the pain, but it had yet to work its way through his system.
“I don’t think repeating that is going to change anything,” Danton said quietly.
Ewan was in too much pain to say anything. He hissed through his teeth until he felt the pain subside, then he rested his arms on the table. “How can Gerard abandon the people of our kingdom over his opinion of me?”
Danton shrugged.
“I know he hired the assassin,” Ewan added. “All I need i
