Garvin took a steadying breath as he stood before the door, feeling a slight chill run down his spine.It was sun-rise, later than he had hoped for the imperial forcess to take action , but he believed at least that they still did not know he was alive, as if they did perhapse they could have decided to change place.
What he was doing wasn't about redemption—he couldn't care less about that. This was about survival. If he succeeded here, he'd no longer have to worry about assassins lurking in every shadow, waiting to take him out on the orders of his former employers, there was still the question if the regent would mantain his words, but honestly it was his only road , so there was no use in musing over how safe it was.
