CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Just left,” Chris repeated angrily through his teeth.
He looked down at the horse’s reins gripped in his hands. His knuckles were red raw from where he’d had to pummel the apothecary for information on Oliver’s whereabouts. But he’d made the man squeal eventually.
He glanced over at the horse rider beside him. Malcolm Malice was wearing an incredibly smug expression.
Chris felt the overwhelming desire to punch him in the face just like he had the apothecary. Just because they’d learned that Oliver had left Rome moments before they’d reached the apothecary didn’t mean he was a bad leader! They were on his trail and Chris was the one finding all the clues to follow it. Malcolm could wipe that dumb expression off his face. Or at least it would be wiped off him the moment
