( Kawalsky threw his cards down onto the table and leaned back in his chair. )

Alanna and Charlie were back at Ansel's home, this time invited for dinner. They sat around the table set for three, quietly eating. The time in Tyra was wearing on them and Ansel was normally quiet unless he had something well thought out to say. Ansel cleaned his mouth with his napkin, then set it down. He wasn't as embroiled in the mission as ( Read more... )

July and the first tournament in Tyra seemed a long time ago. Alanna's performance had, of course, been excellent and the Tyran King had invited her to stay on for the second tournament he planned to hold this month. It gave them time and a reason to stay, mingle and learn more about who might have been involved in the plot to kill King Jonathan ( Read more... )

They were on an undercover mission on foreign soil. It wasn't Charlie's first, and it would no doubt not be his last. Part of the cover involved pretending to dislike Alanna, which meant spending as little time as possible with her, while keeping an eye on her from afar ( Read more... )

Short notice trips always started with a To Do list a mile long. Kawalsky was onto number 5 on his mental list and was repacking his bag for a third time. Ranger, one of the horses Raoul had gifted him with upon joining the King's Own, watched on from his stall, as if hoping that an apple would somehow mysteriously appear from the bag. His other ( Read more... )

What time was it? Kawalsky still found himself going for a wristwatch that hadn't been worn in over a year. It was late, he knew that. The sun wouldn't be up for a few hours at least. Torches lit the way along the stone passageways as he walked in step behind two of Jon's personal guards, a squad within the Palace Guard. When you were roused from ( Read more... )