I allowed myself half a smile and turned to Tared, who stood leaning against the nearest wall, sword in his hand in a silent declaration of war. ‘I suppose you’re taking me there?’ His grin rivalled Alyra’s most violent looks. ‘Thought you’d never ask.’ ‘Be careful, Em,’ Lyn muttered at the table, sounding about to burst into tears. ‘And please don’t do anything to anger them if you can help it, alright?’ ‘But if you can’t help it,’ Creon said dryly, ‘at least make sure you anger them thoroughly.’
