Thirty-seven:
Antero Dukas
Zale found me in my office. It was right across from his study in the palace. He burst into the room without knocking on the door. “Are you in love with her?” he demanded so loudly that I thought someone might come running. Except I was the guard. I was the one that was supposed to be protecting people from being attacked. No one was going to come see if I was safe, especially if it were Zale that was attacking me. I stood up from my seat at my desk.
“Zale, stop shouting,” I demanded, rounding the table to where he stood on the other side. Zale reached for me but I moved out the way, dodging his grasp. “You’re being ridiculous. Am I in love with who? What are you talking about? You’re spewing nonsense. Are you drunk again?”
He scowled at me, a
