He felt the warning in Sirian's intense glare.
He was not there for the woman, not there to take Sirian's position.
Sirian's cool voice broke into his quiet focus.
Sirian's gaze returned to hers, and the two exchanged a look that made the hair on the back of Taran's neck rise once more.
Taran felt Sirian's hard gaze again.
He inched closer to Sirian's horse but said nothing.
The first arrow planted itself firmly in the rump of Sirian's spirited grey.
Sirian's suggestion of a cool bath and meal was inviting, but she knew she did not have the time.
She patted her cheek, where Sirian's blow had fallen.
Sirian's betrayal first came to her in a dream created by the demon as a warning before it was strong enough to speak to her.
Then he gathered his weapons, intent on leaving before Sirian's men muddied up any tracks left behind by Rissa's captors.
The allies would not assist without the promise of more healing waters, which meant she needed more bladders of blood and another journey into the enemy- riddled forest under Sirian's watch.
Sirian's voice preceded his quick step into the quarters.
Sirian's dark gaze turned to her and softened.
Even so, she didn't know how to pull the armies from the south without drawing Sirian's or Memon's attention.
I do not how you do it, but ensure this reaches them without Sirian's knowledge, she whispered.
Sirian's coldness had never struck her as anything but rigid discipline and cool thinking.
She was irritated to see Sirian's trencher empty.
Sirian's voice droned on.
I know this ally and arranged for her travel without Sirian's knowledge.
Taran saw Sirian's shrewd manipulations in the convenient location of the army.
There was no trail indicating the extent of Sirian's betrayal, no one to reveal his plans but him and the small army holed up near the northern wall.
Before she fell again for Sirian's lies, she pushed the lever to seal his cell and walked away, rage and confusion making her head spin.
She needed time to counter Sirian's well-planned treachery.
We must repair the damage to the southern gate and make sure the eastern gate doesn't fall into the hands of Sirian's followers.
On a night like this, she could think of little else she wanted but a cup of Sirian's cider and a hot bath followed by a good night of sleep.
If not for Sirian's treachery, if not for her complete ignorance…
He watched their work with appreciation, astonished by Sirian's ingenuity.
The iron wall was open in front of Sirian's cell.
Sirian's knowledge of what happened when two demons possessed one host was not one he would dare share.