"Dammit, I should've told the truth. But if the centurion finds out we took the relic, he'll skin us alive and leave our corpses to bake in the sun. Dammit!" Lae'zel complained fretfully, torn between regret over lying to her superior and the knowledge that Ethemon's advice had been sound.
They needed that relic now. They couldn't let the centurion take it.
"Even so, I have a feeling your hurried little officer was hiding something," Ethemon recalled the way the man had looked at him, feeling somewhat like a slave. "It felt like he was up to something."
Chapter 54