By some amazing miracle, I was able to find Mauriz, though it took what seemed like forever.
“Whitefire?” The wolf turned around as I came through the door of his room. “What are you doing here? I thought you were still with Zuer.”I shook my head. “I was, but I wanted to ask if you happened to have the dagger...”
“That was in Zuer’s side?” The wolf finished my sentence for me. “Yes. I studied it for a while, but I’ve never seen any dagger of that make before.” Mauriz opened a drawer in his nightstand and took the dagger out, handing it to me. “All I could find were the initials R.B. engraved on the hilt.”
My eyes widened as I saw the letters. “Ralone Bolshakov.”
Mauriz looked surprised. “Who is that?”
“He’s an assassin...who I used to be good...friends with.” I said, embarrassed.
The wolf nodded, closing his green eyes for a moment. “Why would he be after Zuer then?”
I set the dagger back in the drawer. “He must have been paid to do it. Ralone won’t kill someone otherwise.”
Sighing, Mauriz sat down in his armchair. “Then I guess what I don’t understand is why anyone would want Zuer dead.”
“I would say it was Tarilamor, but have no idea why, and there’s no proof unless I can find Ralone and ask him.”
“Which I wouldn’t let you do.”
I growled softly. “I know.”
Mauriz was silent for a moment. “Are you up to doing what you did yesterday with the guards?”
I shrugged. “Sure. They need the practice, anyway.”
“Yeah.”
