Chapter 118

“I think he values his life more than he values anything else.” “He’s a courtesan; how can you be sure you can trust him?”

Matilda slipped back into her chair, Fleetfoot curling between her feet. “Well, you trust me, and I’m an assassin.”

“It’s not the same.”

Matilda looked to the tapestry along the wall to her left, and the chest of drawers in front of it. “While I’m telling you all the things that could get me executed, there’s something else that I should bring up.”

Jeremy followed her line of sight to the tapestry. After a moment, she let out

a gasp. “Is that—that’s Eleanor in the tapestry, isn’t it?”

Matilda smiled crookedly and crossed her arms. “That’s not even the worst of it.”

As they walked down to the tomb, Matilda told Jeremy about everything that had occurred between her and Eleanor since Samhuinn—and all the adventures that had befallen her. She showed her the room where Cain had summoned the ridderak, and as they approached the tomb, Matilda winced as she remem