Chapter 10‘What the devil do you think you’re playing at, Halfvrin? First bringing him here and then letting him go like that!’
The complaint came from the man who minutes previously had seized Gryss’s arm to prevent him leaving: Arven Dessane. He was shorter than Nilsson and of a similar, heavy build, though where there was a stillness about Nilsson there was a restless nervousness about Dessane.
Nilsson stared at him coldly. ‘More to the point, Dessane, what the devil were you doing grabbing hold of him like that?’ His voice was low and full of menace, and Dessane edged back. He managed to maintain some of his defiance, however. ‘I was trying to stop him leaving,’ he replied bluntly. ‘The last thing we want is news getting out about us being here.’
Nilsson’s teeth glinted an unhealthy
