Alec raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t know him.”

“He hosted half the court last winter for a hunt at his lodge, and several of us wizards were brought along, as well.”

“At Klia’s request?” asked Seregil with a knowing grin.

Thero colored a little but didn’t rise to the bait. Seregil and Alec were probably the only people in Rhíminee who knew that Thero had fallen in love with Princess Klia while he’d been her personal wizard during their time in Aurënen. It was a hopeless match, to be sure, but Thero had gone so far as to offer to go with her to war as her field wizard. Queen Phoria had instead assigned her half sister one of her own choosing. Seregil suspected that Thero’s feelings were reciprocated, but the wizard wasn’t telling.

“It was a grand affair,” Thero went on. “The queen was there, with Korathan and Princess Elani.”

“And Klia.”

“Yes, and Princess Klia!” Thero snapped as his ears went red. “So, this job of yours?”

Seregil relented. “This Reltheus is a bit of a rascal. There are certain letters a former mistress wants back before her wedding day that the duke is loath to return. Naturally, the unfortunate lady called on the Rhíminee Cat.”

This summer had been a fine time to reestablish the Cat’s reputation. All it took was a word in the right ear—and gold and a message in the right hand—to engage the services of the shady, faceless nightrunner for hire. For years, the nobles of Rhíminee had employed the Cat to carry out their intrigues, thefts, and deliveries, little realizing that their money was lining the pockets of one of their own—now two of their own, since Alec’s arrival five years earlier. Seregil even let it be known that he’d used the Cat’s services, just for show. It wasn’t that he needed the money; it was the zest of the risk, and Alec craved it as much as he did.

“We have it on good authority that the duke will be away from his villa at Cirna,” Alec told him. “His young wife is here in the city, in the final weeks of her first pregnancy.”

“He’s not a man you want to be on the wrong side of,” Thero warned. “Do be careful.”

“Aren’t we always?” asked Seregil.

Thero raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Not in the slightest.”

Chapter 2 - Night Work

HOLDING the lightstone’s slim wooden handle between his teeth, Seregil wiped at the drop of sweat rolling slowly down his nose and glanced over one of the many letters they’d found in the duke’s private study, including a bundle hidden in a drawer with a false bottom. Archduchess Alaya, Princess Elani’s chief lady-in-waiting, was apparently a friend of the duke’s and not above sharing some interesting court gossip. According to the latest missive the vicegerent—the queen’s twin brother, Korathan—had taken another lover, young Lord Byris. A long time ago, Seregil had briefly held that honor. Korathan had always liked his bedmates young. In another, she spoke of a man named Danos, saying that the princess royal seemed to regard him warmly and looked forward to his letters.