Supreme got his breath back before the general at Felicity's left got his hand off his knife. She had a fair idea which of them she ought to be afraid of. The man with the knife still had the decency to look appalled by where he'd put his fingers. Supreme took another bite of his dinner and waited until all three men were watching him chew.
"Put your hand back beside your plate," he said. The general did. Across from him another man shifted his chair under the table, trying to get his lap farther away from the edge. One of the guards outside took his heel off the flagstones, and Felicity heard the leather squeak as he put his ear to the door.
