"Well," a voice said, relaxed and wrong in the small room. "You were the one watching."
Vencian felt the shift under his skin. Lucian's posture stayed steady.
The driver's head tilted, too smooth for a man half-conscious. "I wondered who had the nerve to stand at Gundal's back and pretend to yawn. You hid it well."
Vencian kept his hands loose. "Your man talked."
The borrowed voice clicked its tongue. "No. He didn't."
"You sent him to watch the meeting."
"I send many people places. They don't always know why."
Terin's face twitched under the strain. The voice didn't care. "You're digging into a matter that doesn't concern you. And you're not quick enough to escape the consequences. Keep scratching, and the end won't bother with theatrics."
The lamp swung slightly above them. Vencian waited for the flicker to settle.
"You talk as if you'll get the chance," he said.
"Oh, I'll get-
