Chapter 15 · The Man Who Knows Her

"Don't." I stepped between the prince and the tray.

Halrik's smile didn't move. "Miss Dane. His Highness requested refreshment."

"He's not thirsty."

"I can speak for myself," Erran said behind me. His hand touched my shoulder. Light. Too light. "Step aside, Kira."

"No."

"That's an order."

"Court me for it." I locked eyes with Halrik. The commander held the tray steady. Two goblets. Deep red. One for the prince. One for me, probably. Insurance.

"You're being paranoid," Erran said.

"I'm being alive." I didn't take my eyes off Halrik. "Put it down."

Halrik tilted his head. "Miss Dane, if you suspect the wine—"

"I suspect you."

The corridor went quiet. Halrik's knuckles whitened on the tray edge. For half a breath I thought he'd drop it and go for his blade.

Then he laughed.

"Bold," he said. "I admire that. I always have." He set the tray on the side table. "But the prince gave you an order. Are you really going to refuse him twice in one night?"

Erran's hand tightened on my shoulder. "Kira. Move."

I didn't.

Halrik picked up one goblet. Swirled it. "You think I'd poison His Highness at his own banquet?