Have we been found out? Listening to the scattered shouts drifting down from somewhere impossibly high above, Iskandel frowned deeply. The knight at his side—his bodyguard and dearest enemy—seized the chance to speak to him in a low voice. “Iskandel.” “Don’t say a word.” “Do you know the one skill a womanizer and a spy must have in common?” “I told you not to say anything.” “Getting close to the target. As close as possible.” The bard standing behind them immediately picked up on the knight’s words.