“I met Cici in the corridor,” I said as I let myself slump into the armchair by the window, my voice biting even to my own ears. “What was she doing in here, leaving your chambers at the hour of the rooster?” Malyr didn’t bother looking up from whatever he was writing, and merely continued to run the quill over the parchment, allowing the black ink to form fancy letters. “Playing at politics.
