“What else would you call it? For a fortnight, the entire kingdom has been searching for you—fearing the worst, dreading what we might find—and where have you been?” His knuckles clench tight around his Balisarda. “Entertaining the locals.” At the last, his eyes flash to Michal, who chuckles darkly. “I’m not local, Captain, and how fortunate that is for you.” Odessa elbows him sharply in the side.
