A House Divided (Astoran Asunder, book 1) Read Free

distance, but the fractures had done nothing but widen. Things would come to a head soon if a new ruler wasn't chosen, but no one could seem to agree on whom that ruler should be. The obliteration of the royal line had been almost absolute, and now the realm was down to examining the claims of fifth cousins twenty times removed. None of them in particular struck anyone's fancy.
    Fortunately for Kila, he was considerably less naive than he had been during his first tenure in the city. It had been a pit viper's nest then, and he had no doubt that it had become even more of one during his absence.
    Spurring his horse, he continued on from the city gates to Enforcement headquarters at the city's center. The building looked as if it too had been renovated in the recent past, and Kila wondered how much compromising with the trade Houses Meara had done to get the building in such shape. The man had never shown the slightest distress at the grievous wounds turning such a blind eye had inflicted on his character. Kila had been convinced that of all the men in Cearova, Meara was likely the one who had slept the soundest.
    Kila left his horse at Enforcement's stables and headed into the building, smoothing his travel-rumpled uniform as he went. His was old and undoubtedly out of fashion. The uniform he'd worn as a Cearovan Enforcer no longer fit him, though, and even if it had it would still have been hopelessly outdated. Such matters weren't of a very pressing nature in the places where he had been serving, but they would be here. He didn't like walking into the building looking like a bumpkin as it would leave a decidedly uninspiring first impression on the others, but there was nothing he could do about it.
    The chief was conferring with senior staff, he was told, and he was invited to take a seat and wait for her. The young clerk made no secret of his examination of Kila, which lasted no more than a moment before Kila was summarily dismissed. Apparently the clerk had deduced him to be no one of any great importance, and an unexpected grin broke out over Kila's face, which he did his best to conceal.
    Ah, Cearova. The entire realm may change, but you will go down with your ship like a true Staerleigh.
    He didn't know how long he sat there while he waited for the chief. Time had lost most of its meaning for him, and he had learned to spend it in a myriad of ways. The bustling Enforcement offices offered him abundant distraction, and he made the most of taking mental notes about the comings and goings in the office. He might be the newest officer, but he had no intention of being the most clueless.
    "Kila an Movis," the chief said, a broad smile on her face as she strode toward him. She extended her hand, and they clasped wrists in a hearty shake.
    "More likely than ever to break my wrist with that greeting," Kila said, a smile spreading over his own face. He was surprised she had come to greet him herself rather than send one of her underlings, and he had to remind himself that the way things had run when Meara had been chief would probably not be the way they would run with Flim as chief.
    "Never thought I'd see your hide back here."
    "Never thought my hide would ever be back here."
    Gaze darting around the room, Flim jerked her head to the side. "Walk with me."
    Back when they'd been partners, he and Flim had developed a secret language of sorts. She hadn't always allowed him access to what was on her mind, but she had used a variety of subtle gestures and facial tells to clue him in when she wanted to share with him. He found it happening as they walked through the corridors and she pretended to give him a tour of the building. He studied the other officers as they passed, sorting them into those he'd known his first time in Cearova and those that were unfamiliar. Later he would comb his memory and retrieve as many details as possible, but at the moment he was finding the building too full of bustle and confusion. He hadn't realized