Chapter Three
‘In the pantry?’ said Nanda with interest. ‘Odd place to hide a body, isn’t it?’
She was reclining in a blue brocade wing-back chair in her own chamber, wrapped in a purple velvet robe, and looking very queenly. She had been looking gloriously relaxed, too, until Konrad had arrived with his ill news. Now she looked… irritated, a feeling she was trying, unsuccessfully, to conceal.
‘Rather,’ Konrad agreed, with deceptive mildness. He’d taken a chair across from her and sat apparently at his ease, though he watched her closely. It was no use trying to pump Nanda for information: the more she was pestered, the more stubbornly uncommunicative she became. He would have to be wily, and patient.
But this time, Nanda surprised him. She gave a short sigh, her eyes narrowing with an
