Chương 337: Simmering Pot

LERRIN

The morning after Suhle revealed her talent for evading notice, and ability to sneak through a busy encampment—even past guards—Lerrin had woken with an itch in his skin, something that made him want to roll his shoulders, or scratch behind his ear. He could not shake it. It put his teeth on edge. So, he was already tense before he realized he'd slept through the night without any word about their attempt to assassinate the Cat.

He sent one of the guards to find Hern and bring him for a report, then paced the floor. Was the fact that they hadn't returned a good sign, or a bad one? And was this the only reason he felt so uptight? Or was it because of Suhle?

She gotten up and left the tent silently before he woke and he hadn't seen her. Hadn't been able to see if she was okay after making herself vulnerable the night before. Hadn't been able to see if she now judged him differently for knowing he didn't really wish to rule.