“So, what could possibly be pressing enough to interrupt my honeymoon?” Arnaud asked, extracting a letter from the pocket of his robe and tossing it onto the table. He then reclined in his ornate chair, the brilliant ring on his folded hands sparkling in the chandelier’s light.
Chloe von Thisse
Chloe stared at the signature at the bottom of the letter. Finally, she tore her eyes away to meet Arnaud’s gaze. “I ask that you tell me the whereabouts of Johannes, the traitor.”
Propping his chin on his elbow, Arnaud scowled slightly before grinning mischievously, his voice becoming higher pitched in excitement. “He is not the traitor I have in mind. What of the man who stole his own cousin’s rightful place?”
