CHAPTER 20
AT A QUARTER to ten the next day, Rhys drew to a halt outside the huge metal gates of Klein’s castle. Imposing. And that was just the outer perimeter. Through the bars, he saw the moat glistening in the sunshine, and behind that, a stone wall that had to be twenty feet high. The château itself was visible on a small rise in the distance, beyond an archway with an honest-to-goodness portcullis raised to let the lucky few inside. Or possibly keep them there. He shuddered at the thought.
A guard emerged from the gatehouse and peered through the driver’s window.
“Qu’est-ce que vous voulez?” What do you want?
The man’s stance was designed to be intimidating, and an equally hulking clone stood behind him, arms folded. Nothing like being welcoming, eh?
“I-I-I’m here to meet Mr. Kl
