Dimitry snickered. “I think you were right about the princess being a spy.” Dimitry set his quill on the desk. “Why have you changed your mind?” Victor gave him a grim look. “I took the princess shopping today and saw Sergi.” “What, where?” He focused his attention on his cousin, the plans forgotten. “He was in an alley in the shopping district.” “What was he doing there and where is he now?” His cousin dropped his gaze to the desk. “He was talking to the princess’ maid. I could not hear all they were saying, but it was clear he is going to meet her somewhere. I was going to arrest him, but he slipped away before I had the chance.” “Damn! Did you question the maid?” “No, I thought it best if she did not know I overheard some of the conversation.”
