The count slightly inclined his head backward and asked, "My Lady?"
"Count, I know him."
Sator and his tall companion next to him continued to focus solely on Adela, as if the count beside her was transparent.
"Will you follow me, My Lady? Someone wants to meet with you," Sator said.
By 'someone,' he surely meant his master, didn't he?
"Over my dead body," the Count declared.
Adela halted his tense forearm from drawing the sword with a touch from the tips of her fingers. She glanced around, checking to ensure that their little encounter wasn't attracting too much attention. Fortunately, it wasn't.
"I shall accompany you," she said, locking her gaze with Sator, "but the Count comes with us."
Sator's eyes sparkled with amusement. It was evident that as long as she followed, the two men didn't mind who joined them. Their confidence did not escape the notice of the count who felt provoked by it.
