At the top, Edmund held up a hand. “Wait here a moment. I’ll scout the place first. If I’m not back in five minutes, assume the assassins got me.” “I do not think this is a joking matter.” Jalissa frowned at him, but somehow she could not put any actual anger into the words. “I’m not kidding. Not entirely.” Edmund’s grin quirked his mouth. “I would appreciate a rescue if I stumble across a pack of Mongavarian spies hiding in there.” “We might consider it.” Jalissa attempted to look stern. “If you scream loud enough.”
