Today's snippet is from The Artist's Masquerade. Cathal has just found out that Flavian has been disguising himself as Lady Flavia, and he wants to know why and if Flavian is a danger to Tournai. (I went a little over six sentences this week—sorry!)
Flavian was still watching him, but he glanced past Cathal too, toward the door. “I thought the guards were going to come drag me away.”
He realized that Flavian always spoke in a low whisper, probably to disguise that his voice wasn’t feminine, only now that he didn’t. The difference was disconcerting. Everything about it was disconcerting.
“I thought I’d wait on that for a little while. Until I know more.” Cathal stepped farther into the room. “You say you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re going to prove it to me.”
“And how am I going to do that?”
Cathal held up the small vial filled with vivid blue liquid. “This is a truth potion. You’re going to drink it, and you’re going to answer my questions.”
“Am I?” Flavian snapped and folded his arms across his chest. “Why would I agree to that?”