CHAPTER SIX
A THIN ROLL OF PARCHMENT
After the confrontation with Rannon’s father, I returned in a heated anger to my apartment within the great sprawl of the palace. Kreeg awaited me there. Valyan would normally have shared the suite with us, but his wounds were being tended. Only the ex-fighting slave stood nearby to hear my curses ebb and flow.
“What do we do?” he asked during one of the ebbs.
I looked at him as I struggled for control. My thoughts needed to be clear. But another long moment passed before I trusted myself to speak.
“We leave this place,” I told him finally.
“To Trazull?” he asked.
“Yes. To find Bryce. Get our gear ready. And check on some saddle birds. I have to see Rannon.”
He nodded, turned to do as I had bid, and halted again as the bronze-banded door to the
