Iaondrin checked the windows, making sure she knew how to work the locks on the bars and surveying the ground between the building and the surrounding wall. “He must be doing well with his law practice to afford this place,” she said, just to have something to say.
Vermillion checked the room out himself, door bolt, window locks, and just because he was slightly paranoid, he looked for any hidden doors, panels, or spy holes. When he was satisfied that it was nothing more than an inn suite, he turned to her and said, “I’ve had a friend shadowing us since we left Tarrish.”
Iaondrin looked at him, face expressionless, and then gave a slight, disbelieving shake of her head. She turned, threw herself onto the couch, stretched her legs out and stared at her feet, thinking. “Let me guess … the one who needed your help in Darilei.” She did not seem angry, which was a good sign – she did not hide anger well. “The one who asked you to follow me then is the one you asked to follow us now.”