AYLETH
Falek made a great show of snarling, "What do you do at the Princess's chambers?"
Ayleth wondered why they felt they had to put on the show when the corridor was empty, but she knew better than to ask. If they were both giving the cue, she would follow.
Borsche rolled his eyes. "Gracious, you Zenithran's are ridiculously touchy. I was looking for you as it happens, but—"
"To what purpose?"
"I have… information Her Highness may wish to make use of."
Falek tilted his head and looked at Borsche suspiciously. Ayleth tried not to gape at how good both were at acting. If she hadn't known otherwise, she would not have been suspicious of Falek's motives at all. She would have been utterly convinced he knew of this man, but did not trust him.
She doubted anyone knew Falek better than she, yet he could have fooled her. It was frightening.
