14
I STARED INTO the dark, heart thudding.
The red circle of light, the attack on Sirkonen.
I expected shouting, panic elsewhere in the building. I expected Thayu to get up, or the guards to come and check on me.
None of that happened.
I strode into the hall—and almost crashed into Eirani carrying a tray with tea and bread.
“Delegate!” Eyes widened.
“Sorry, Eirani. I didn’t see you—did you . . . did you see anything outside?”
She frowned. “Outside? I was in the kitchen, Delegate. The laundry delivery came in.” She nodded at the tray. On it lay Sirkonen’s datastick.
Thank the heavens.
“You haven’t heard that something has happened in town?”
“Nothing has happened, Delegate.”
“No one saw anything?”
Her frown deepened. She set the tray on the table. “No. What were we meant to see?
