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Renaud was most definitely scheming, but what was his end game? Now more than ever he needed Gaharet’s support, his council, and he cursed his lack of it. His step faltered.
Oh, I see. Divide and conquer. He almost laughed. Well played, Renaud. Well played.
He continued down the corridor, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Below the parapet, pressed up against the keep and hidden in shadows, Aimon stood, listening to the comte’s footfalls fade away.

“Shh, Georges,” Gaharet crooned, starting up a gentle rocking motion with his arms, and Georges settled.
Erin chewed on her lip, watching him, frowning. Large, strong, he cradled tiny Georges with such tenderness. A fleeting look of yearning so poignant flickered across his face and something within her stirred.—

“Give that back to me. You can’t take it.” She made a grab for it, but he moved it beyond her reach. “It’s an artifact. It belongs in a museum.”
God, who am I? Indiana Jones?