Liseny stifled a cry, but when he reached to touch Tanash’s face, Tanash stiffened and pulled back.
“They’re superficial, my liege.” As his gaze flickered over Liseny’s clothing, the corner of his mouth curled into a slight sneer. “But I see you managed to dress for the occasion.”
The rebuke stung. He already felt bad enough that he’d fallen for Awryn’s ploy. Why would Tanash be so cruel when he was already upset? There were worse circumstances to turn their anger toward than Liseny deigning to clothe himself after Tanash left.
As he searched Tanash’s unyielding features for a glimmer of sympathy for their situation, the reason came to him.
His boots. The dagger Tanash had given him. He wasn’t completely helpless as he’d thought.
“Not even Sir Tanash could best a dozen armed men, it w
