"Maybe Barry can tell us who betrayed him," Caitlin suggested desperately. "Can't we wait for what he has to say before we condemn Randolf?" What was it that bothered her so much? And what was it Randolf said had?
Zendedari held her close. "No one wants it to be Randolf, little red hair, and you can be assured no one will act without certain proof."
Caitlin knew he was seeking to reassure her, even as he believed implicitly that her father was the betrayer. Some part of her knew it to be true.
Away from Randolf, she was able to see things more clearly. He wasn't just a man confused and tormented by her mother's death. He could be a calculating, cold killer.
She closed her eyes, unable to face where her thoughts were going. Zendedari could not be the one to take Randolf's life. He just couldn't. Warmth flooded her mind, and his arm tightened protectively around her.
