The grin plastered on Darah's face at my embarrassment quickly evaporated because she'd arrived bearing grim news.
She strode into the room while the other two followed in her wake, and while she sat on the comfy couch in front of me, Thors closed the doors and locked us in.
"The hashashin is dead," Darah reported. "Someone killed him while he was being held in the dungeons…"
The implications of those words made all silly thoughts of girls vanish from my mind because that only meant one thing.
"There's a traitor in the palace…" I said, giving voice to what we were all thinking.
The uncomfortable silence that followed was all the proof I needed. After all, who else could have gone into the dungeon to silence the assassin if not someone from the Trickster Pavilion. But that led to more questions and, honestly, too many people to consider.
