Chapter Three
“You’re still brooding about her,” Knowland confronts me in the abbey courtyard.
I look up at him hardly making out his face with the sun shining behind him like a halo. I move my head so he blocks the sun and I can see the barely disguised amusement in his face.
“And if I admit I’m brooding, you’ll what? Lock me up? Report me to a higher authority?”
He laughs. “You ever wonder which one of us has the most power?”
“I’ve always known it was you,” I tell him. “You’re not mired in conflict.”
He smirks like a criminal. Good thing he was made to lead because he’d be the Utopia’s most dangerous felon if he wasn’t in power, legitimate power.
“She’s just a woman. Why this one? We could search a few outposts and corners for some nubile thing that doesn’t know much about y
