Chapter 23

“Now what?” Lathron mouthed.

“Stay here,” Castien signed as he started forward. When he got to the door he took a deep breath, dropped his cape to the ground and ran a hand through his hair to give it a disheveled look. Then he staggered inside and, like a man who’d had way too much liquor, fell against the table that sat in the middle of the room. Two of the guards laughed, while the third one came over to help him stand straight.

“You’re not supposed to be out and about at this hour, you know that,” he said.