Chapter Sixteen

Demetrius didn't know what to make of his new position.

True, the clothing was fine, in its way, and the work warranted better conditions. His food would improve, Calder grudgingly informed him, and he would be given a room of his own.

"Not that it will be luxury," he said gruffly, looking over the other with disdain. "You'd probably be happier in the stable, but it is my Lady's wish."

"Alexios comes too," Demetrius said tersely, meeting his eyes. "I'll not leave him to the whim of the stable workers or at risk of being torn to shreds by those beastly horses."

Calder wrinkled his nose and shrugged. "There's already a basket there. Our gracious Lady knows how much that miserable runt means to you. You'll be wise to thank her."

"I'd be wise to do a lot of things. But that would be a lot lower on my list."