He guided Gerard toward the small cabin tucked among the trees, leaving the footman and the carriage where they were. But they hadn't even reached the steps when Gerard spotted the person Remin had been referring to.
A man stood waiting by the porch, still as a statue.
Remin stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Kingmaker."
Gerard's breath hitched.
Stunned, he dropped into a bow as well, though his heart hammered violently against his ribs.
He stiffened when Laheir spoke. The man's voice was not loud, but there was something in its quiet resonance slithered down Gerard's spine.
"I trust the carriage ride here wasn't too stressful. Certainly better than your time in the prison, I imagine." Laheir's voice held no scorn, yet his dispassionate tone made it clear he would not have cared either way.
"Yes," Gerard forced out, keeping his voice leveled. "It was quite comfortable. Thank you."
