‘I not know where he is,’ said Ivorak instantly. He was brazen enough to meet Konrad’s gaze as he spoke, unflinching.
‘But I do,’ said Konrad, very softly. He held Ivorak’s deceitful gaze and, slowly, smiled.
He could almost see the wheels turning in Ivorak’s head. Should he try to brazen it out, deny everything, rely on Nanda’s soft (sort of) heart and Konrad’s rather better hidden sympathetic side to save him? Or accept that the game was up, abandon the deceit, and… and what? What would he do?
Ivorak looked from Konrad to Tasha to Nanda, the latter of whom continued to sip her tea with a show of placidity which convinced Konrad she knew everything he had guessed. She hadn’t reacted at all to Konrad’s revelation that he knew where Ivorak’s so-called “brother” was.
Ivorak’s eyes glitte
