“Hello?” Royle said, holding up his lantern. “Is Rithian here?”
A gentle nudge from behind nearly sent Misa stumbling. Her head began to buzz as thoughts of how to escape the situation flitted about her mind. She had to get Royle out of there, but how could she do so without blowing her cover and ruining any chance of ever earning Nisha’s trust?
Misa’s throat hurt. Her vision blurred, but she squared her shoulders and approached him.
“I’m not Rithian,” she said. Royle remained impassive, acting as if he didn’t know her. “But I’ve come in her stead. You may call me Misa.”
The captain scanned behind her, and Misa knew he caught sight of the two figures by the fountain. He tensed but reverted his gaze back to Misa.
“I have to bewitch you,” she murmured just loud e
