18
Trading Secrets
Loran sat in front of Raedrick's desk and looked at him with coldly contemptuous eyes. The dark scowl on his lips made grim counterpoint to the swollen bruise that dominated his right cheek. That must have pained him something fierce, but he had made no complaint and it did not seem to phase him at all as he spoke.
"Well?"
Julian, standing to Raedrick's right, looked away from the mage, toward the front door of their office, and for a moment almost hoped that someone would come in. Like the Mayor maybe.
Now that was a stupid thought.
"I...apologize," Raedrick said, "for how we behaved toward you, Magester Haversted." He cleared his throat and lowered his eyes toward the top of his desk for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and forced himself to meet the Mage's g
