Page 77 of Path of the Dark
Gael’s lips compressed, but he still didn’t move. The rat hunched on his shoulder, the hackles on its neck and back rising.
Saskia stepped up to Reoul’s side, her face hard. The fingers of her right hand splayed. She was readying herself to defend her king. With Reoul's personal bodyguard destroyed, she was the only one left.
Reoul was armed. As always, he carried many knives strapped to his body, as most fighting men of Anthor did. Yet he wondered if Gael had taken some Stynix before accompanying the young enchanter into the training yard.
Gael was a man to be wary of.
Even so, Reoul’s hand itched to draw the blade strapped to his right thigh and slash the enchanter across the gullet with it.
But if Ninia of Thûn was aiding Rithmar, he needed power to balance hers—and that meant that Gael was useful to him, if he would do as he was told.
The two men stared at each other for a heartbeat longer. Reoul’s body tensed, and he readied himself to fight. Then Gael gave a curt nod, spun round, and stormed out of the training yard.
Saskia turned to Reoul, her face strained, her gaze shadowed. “That’s man’s trouble, sire,” she murmured.
“Aye,” Reoul replied, his attention flicking back to where Gael and his loathsome pet had just disappeared. “As soon as we defeat Rithmar, I shall have him dealt with.”
