“That old man? What’s he going to do, hit the guy with a bridle?” Keith was obviously having fun.
“It’s not funny, Keith. Go check on Sam.”
Keith sighed and walked out the door of the house just as Sam opened the bunkhouse door and stepped
out.
“Evening, Sam,” Keith said cordially.
“Seen anyone around tonight? Any ashes?”
“No, Sir, no ashes. Mayhap he run?”
“Hasn’t stopped her from killing them before. If you do find ashes, just keep up the story that I killed
them.”
Sam returned to the bunkhouse as Keith went back into the house.
Sam looked down at Chevalier as he opened his eyes slowly, “You broke the code.”
Chevalier stood and shook his head clear of the pain, “Who the hell do you think I am?”
Sam blinked, “What do you mean?”
He was able to pull himself up to his tallest, “I am Chief Enforcer of the Equites, and as such, we take this
as an assault on the Council. I am no longer bound by the laws of our kind. I suggest you tell your
mistress that so much as a burning in my little finger… and I’ll kill her.”
Sam glared, “Touch her over my dead body.”
Chevalier looked at him, “I have business with her. If she wants to continue to breathe, I suggest she find
time to meet with me.”
Sam blinked, and Chevalier was gone.
