Shadow's End by Thea Harrison Page A

Anything would do, and it doesn’t have to be fancy.”
    â€œYes, sir,” said the boy. “I could wake the missus, and she could cook you a hot meal, if you want. She might grumble a bit, though.”
    â€œThere’s no need to wake your mistress,” Bel told him. “We came to the stables so we could avoid disrupting people unnecessarily.”
    The boy bobbed his head. He promised, “I’ll be right back.”
    Leaving the lantern, he slipped out, and the dog slunk past Graydon, close on his heels.
    Bell scrubbed her face with both hands. “I feel uneasy about stopping. Ferion might have taken the other route and gone straight to the manor. He could be there right now.”
    â€œThat’s true,” Graydon said. “But you know, if he has arrived, he’s most likely asleep. He’s had a long day of travel, and it
is
after three in the morning.” He paused, studying her. “You’ve clearly begun to struggle, and I don’t like how pale you’ve become. When was the last time you’ve rested or eaten anything?”
    She peered at him over the tips of her fingers, thinking back. “I suppose it must have been breakfast. I didn’t bother to eat any lunch, since I knew there would be so much food at the masque. Then I got preoccupied with other things.”
    As she spoke, she realized this was the first time she had laid eyes on his human form since they had gone their separate ways, and she was struck by the change in his appearance.
    No longer dressed in evening clothes, he wore sturdy clothes in huntsman’s colors. A long winter coat brushed the tops of his dark boots. He carried a hunting knife in the belt at his waist, and a sword strapped to his wide back.
    The brown and green of his clothes highlighted the tawny, sun-kissed sheen of his hair and added depth to his dark gray eyes.
    No wonder the dog couldn’t stop growling, she thought. Unlike earlier, when he had been dressed in formal evening attire, now he looked comfortable, dangerous. If it weren’t for the kindness in his expression, she could very easily be frightened by this man too.
    He gave her a small smile. “It’s been a long day and evening. It would be a mistake to show up at the manor in the middle of the night, feeling exhausted and out of focus. Neither Ferion nor Malphas are going to welcome our arrival. In fact, the exchange will probably get heated and unpleasant. As hard as it might be, we’ll take the time to eat, and if you think you might be able to sleep, I suggest we find a place that’s comfortable enough that you might be able to nap for an hour or so, or at the very least relax, until dawn.”
    What he said made so much sense, and the prosaic, calm way in which he said it was even more compelling.
    Dropping her hands, she grimaced. “You’re thinking about this much more clearly than I am. And you’re right, of course. Even if we take an hour or two, we’ve still arrived so much faster than I would have if I’d traveled here without you.”
    â€œShall I wake the innkeeper after all?” he asked. “Would you rest more comfortably in a bed?”
    Searching his expression, she hesitated. It had been a long night for doing things she shouldn’t have done. She shouldn’t ask this of him either, but she wanted it so badly. Maybe she even needed it. It was too hard for her to tell, when the ache in her chest had become so sharp, so sweet.
    She met his gaze. “I would feel better in the woods. If you would build me that campfire, I’d rather doze outside. Would you mind?”
    All hint of a smile left his expression. If anything, his gaze grew deeper, more intent. “Never. I would love that too.”
    The stable door creaked open just wide enough to let the boy and the dog slip inside. Hauling the door closed again, he turned to hand Graydon a parcel of food wrapped in a large