The AllianceTony stood. “Are you mad?”
He began to pace, growing more agitated with each step. Then he stopped, faced Mr. Hart. “Even if I believed I might survive betraying my father in this way, I would not. I —”
“You have alliance with Clubb, and eventually that fool Julius will have to come to his senses about his grandson —”
I felt appalled: Mr. Hart knew about Tony’s son Roland? The boy had been born to Jonathan Diamond’s sister Gardena shortly before our marriage.
Tony and I shared a glance; apparently he felt as shocked by Mr. Hart’s knowledge as I did.
“— and I will not leave my people open to a three-pronged attack.” Mr. Hart gestured at me. “This is my daughter, which makes you my son. Surely that counts for something.”
I didn’t like Mr. Hart using that argument one bit. B
