I turned on Max, knowing he was right, but still pissed about the whole thing. "We could send drach guards," I said even as he turned away from me, marched toward the stairs. I had to hurry to keep up, hating I felt like a little kid at her disapproving father's side. "They could have their mock trial while we continue to question Belaisle."

Max ascended the stairs, broad back stiff. "You know that is impossible," he said.

"Why?" ...