For once, Severard’s eyes were not smiling. “If they know who’s on the list, they know who wrote it. They know who we are.” Three more names on the list, perhaps? Down at the bottom? Glokta grinned. How very exciting. “You scared?” “I’m not happy, I’ll tell you that.” He nodded down at the corpse. “A knife in the back isn’t part of my plan.” “Nor mine, Severard, believe me.” No indeed. If I die, I’ll never know who betrayed us. And I want to know.
