Chapter Ten
For an awful moment Llandry thought that Devary had set her up. The timing was so neat that any other explanation paled in contrast with the horrible idea that Devary had betrayed her. But she could see sincere horror written over his face; more importantly she could feel the dismay and guilt radiating from him.
‘You weren’t asking me to find Llandry,’ he said at last, bitterly. ‘You were using me as bait.’
‘We took the liberty of installing a tracer when we put you back together,’ the man admitted comfortably. ‘Your loyalties have never been where they ought to be.’
Devary’s emotions changed suddenly to anger. ‘Where should they have been? With you? Who are you? You’re no countryman of mine. And what do you want with Llandry, that I should help you instead of her?’
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