In Bela, across the eastern ocean, before anyone knew what he was, he'd often come at night to sit with her and pore over historical texts. Not once had he shown the slightest threat to her, Domin Tilswith, or the others trying to establish the bare beginning a new guild branch.
So how and why was he involved with the missing folios? And what had happened inside the Upright Quill that led to a conflict between him and the cowled figure? Perhaps Chane was more interested in the work of sages than she'd ever guessed.
She stiffened at a metal jangle outside her cell door. The heavy lock clacked, and the door opened partway.
Rodian hung in the opening, staring at her.
What could she say that would matter at all to him?
Oh, yes, that would fix everything. They wouldn't lock her up for interfering with the city guard. No, they'd just stick her in a room in the city ward until she was cured of madness.
When the captain finally stepped in, Wynn could tell he was calmer than when he'd nearly thrown her into the cell. But his neatly bearded face was drawn tight, and dark rings surrounded his eyes. His jaw muscles bulged slightly as he ground his teeth.
"You set a trap," she said.
Rodian paced before the door, taking only four short steps to cross the cell before turning back the other way.
"Domin High-Tower must have helped, if he sent out that folio," she went on, "and Master a'Seatt."
The captain stopped, and the lack of his boots' rhythmic scrape made Wynn tense in the silence.
"What were you doing there?" he asked flatly.
For an instant Wynn considered telling him the truth. That the texts he'd been denied had been penned by ancient vampires. And that she was trying to learn which pages were being stolen and why.
"Answer me!" he snapped. "You're already complicit in three guardsmen's deaths… though after the fact."
Wynn almost shouted a denial. She swallowed immediately, studying his face.
Yes, she'd told Chane to run, but Rodian wouldn't care about her side. His only interest lay in stopping these murders, giving the royals a rational and satisfactory answer—and in so doing, advancing himself. He had no interest in the truth, and he certainly had no intention of reporting anything from her that might get him laughed out of his position. As things stood, he would have a hard enough time explaining a culprit emerging through a shopfront.
No, he could handle only pieces of the truth.
"I overheard messengers returning from the Upright Quill," she began.
"After what happened at Master Shilwise's shop, I feared the worst. So I ran, hoping to find someone still at Master a'Seatt's scriptorium and check on the folio, perhaps bring it back. That's why you caught me peeking in a window."
His expression never wavered. "You knew the second man."
Wynn panicked, ready to deny this as well.
"Don't bother lying," Rodian said. "He knew your name."
"Since returning from the Farlands," she answered, "many people I've never met seem to know my name."
She expected him to press further, as her answer was hardly satisfactory.
Instead he asked, "Did you get a clear look at the man who took the folio?"
"Man?" Wynn repeated.
"The mage in black robes." He paused and squinted at her. "What did you see?"
Wynn settled farther back on the bunk. The captain didn't want to know what she saw—or rather what she knew. He'd already convinced himself otherwise.
A mage, perhaps—but an undead as well—though one thing didn't quite fit: Its body passed right through a wall, yet it was unable to make the folio follow. It had to break the window to get the folio out.
"You saw it shatter the window…" Wynn said, then wavered, anxious at his darkening expression.
"Was il'Sänke at the guild before you left?" he asked.
The venom in his voice startled her. "I don't know… I was coming out of my room when I heard about the folio, so—"
"Why would a mage be working with a wolf?" Rodian demanded.
Wynn lost her temper in the jarring shift of questions. "The
"And how would you know?" Rodian asked quickly. "The wolf, or dog, jumped out into the street when the thief ran, and it followed. They both fled together."
For all the captain's acclaimed cleverness, he was the half-wit, not her. Even he should've seen that Chap had chased off the undead.
"Why ask me?" she shot back. "When it doesn't matter what I say?"
Rodian ran a hand through his hair and fell silent.
"How long will you keep me here?" she asked. "If I'm to be charged, then get on with it."
He hesitated, and Wynn waited.
