Chapter 220

"Did you find a vial?"

Moran's keen eyes glittered over his whiskey glass as he set it down next to a decanter. "I took the liberty of annihilating that as well. Do be careful, Ashira. The Kiss of Death is quite the valuable bauble, I doubt much beyond the Sefer would make Chariot happier to possess."

I hugged a white decorative cushion to my chest. "Sounds like you and Theresa had quite the chat."

His sword flashed briefly in his hand. "I bring out the... conversationalist in people."

One of the Queen's Nightingales thoroughly checked me out, while I stared at the sconces with white frosted glass, each etched with the Queen's heart and crown logo, that were mounted on either side of the painting. Only when he pronounced me physically fine did Moran agree to let me go. I didn't see Her Majesty, as she was with Isabel, but Moran said that she'd checked on me when we'd arrived in Hedon.