The second was my relief at seeing him there.
The fact startled me enough that I nearly looked away.
“I was waiting for you,” he said softly.
I hadn’t asked him to.
Not aloud.
My Mark moved under my sleeve.
I saw Caswell inch closer from the corner of my eye. Watching. Waiting to see what I would do.
Caspian held out his hand, palm up.
“Come with me,” he said.
“Where?”
“Somewhere safer.”
I looked at his hand.
Then at Caswell.
Then at the door I had just come through.
I took his hand.
40
Caspian’s rooms were larger than mine in every direction a room could be larger.
That was the first thing I noticed after he closed the door.
The second was that he didn’t lock it.
A black marble basin stood beneath the narrow window, covered with a heavy cloth pinned at four corners with silver weights.
No water showed.
“Can it hear us?” I asked.
“No.”
“Can it hear that you covered it?”
“Probably.”
“Will anyone come because of it?”
“No.”
“You sound certain.”
“I paid for certainty.”
I looked toward the door.
