All of Dimri’s good intentions flew right out the window.“I’m not working with him,” he said.
Berith arched a brow.“Aren’t you?”
“I don’t need a babysitter.You said yourself that I’d been doing this for a long time, and I know what I’m doing.I can find the moles on my own.”
“I never said you couldn’t, but we don’t know who to trust.I’m not going to risk you, both because you’re my friend and because what you do is important.Without you, we lose any chances of fixing this and winning the war.Roque will protect you.”
Dimri wanted to continue arguing, and from the look on Roque’s face, he was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one.Neither of them said anything, though.Even though Berith was a friend, he was also their prince, and he’d given them an order.
“I’ll keep him safe,” Roque promised.
Dimri glared at him.Even though he was agreeing to this, it didn’t mean he had to like it.He very muchdislikedit, in fact.He was used to working on his own and not giving anyone any kind of explanation.He was free to move without having to warn anyone, and he had no idea how Berith expected him to change that.
Berith was doing it because he cared.He was doing it because he wanted Dimri to be safe.How could Dimri get angry because of that?How could he do anything but nod and go along with it?
He supposed that both he and Roque were about to find out.
Chapter Three
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AS LITTLE AS DIMRIliked Berith’s plan, he and Roque were stuck together.That meant they needed to plan their next move.
Which was why Roque was currently in Dimri’s office, sitting in front of him on the other side of the desk.He was looking around as if he expected the place to still be a mess after what he’d walked in on a few days ago, but Dimri had taken care of everything.
Including the mole in his network.
It hadn’t been that hard to pinpoint who it was after he’d found out about it.He knew the people he worked with.He knew all the ways they were vulnerable.As much as he hated all of this because he’d trusted her, she was now sitting in a cell under the palace while Berith decided what to do with her.
“I thought we were supposed to work together,” Roque grumbled.
“You’re here.Isn’t that enough for you?”
“You found your mole without me.”
“What did you want me to do?Not to do anything because you wanted to be there?The last time I didn’t act fast enough, you got in my face.”
“I didn’t say you shouldn’t have told Berith about the mole, just that I should’ve been there, too, since we’re working together.”
“Well, you’re here now, and if it’s not enough, you can tell Berith that.”
Roque crossed his arms over his chest and glared.Dimri suspected there would be a lot of glaring in the next few days, and he wasn’t looking forward to it.Unfortunately, they were stuck together.
“I’m sure you’ve already looked into who the spy in the palace might be,” Roque said.
“Haven’t you?”
“I tried, but my main job is still to protect Berith and his family, and I don’t have a network of spies like you do.”
He wasn’t wrong.It was the only reason Dimri didn’t push.“I have several names,” he said.“And places.We know it’s someone close to Berith since they managed to get Ramiel’s people into the family wing of the palace.That means our list isn’t as long as it could be, but it’s still too long.I’ve assigned people I trust to all our suspects.”
“What arewegoing to do, though?”
“I kept the most likely suspect for us.He likes to frequent a tavern, and we both know that alcohol loosens the tongue.I’ve been planning how we can use that to our advantage.We’ll have to find a way to get into the tavern, which won’t be easy since it’s owned by someone who loudly opposes Berith.We can work around that, though.There are always ways to get answers.”
“Why don’t we just go out there and talk to these people?”Roque offered.
Dimri blinked.“You can’t be serious.”
