We won't, Soyeon thought. Because I don't want to think about it. Don't want to acknowledge the impossible situation I've created.
The small storage building at the edge of the palace grounds was the kind of place even servants avoided, old, musty, filled with forgotten furniture and moldering scrolls.
Perfect for a secret meeting.
General Wei was waiting for them, and he wasn't alone.
A man knelt on the floor, his hands bound, his clothes torn and dirty. He was thin, almost skeletal, with wild eyes and trembling hands. On his torn sleeve, barely visible through the grime, was an embroidered crest.
The Li family crest.
"Is he from them?" Soyeon whispered, her heart pounding.
General Wei nodded. "A servant from Prime Minister Li's household. He fled after his master's death, tried to hide in the countryside. My men found him three days ago."
The man's head snapped up at Soyeon's voice. His eyes fixed on her with desperate intensity.
