him. FireAnn removed the towel as she turned about, and both women stared at him with venomous hatred.
Jonnard returned their stares. âDonât blame me,â he stated, âif your training has been erroneous these many years and now you suffer the consequences.â
âConsequences?â Eleanoraâs mouth twisted as if she fought not to hiss the word at him. âYour mother is a parasite and those Leucators . . . those parasitic constructs . . . are what takes the life from me breath by breath and gives it to her.â
He straightened, with a yawn. âFun time is over. You would do well to remember you are here by Isabellaâs sufferance, and should be accordingly grateful.â
âGrateful?â FireAnn spat on the wooden floor. âYou sided with a viper, lad. Take care it doesnât bite you in the ass as well!â
Eleanora reached out a slender hand, trying to keep it from trembling, as she laid it on the otherâs arm. âFireAnn,â she cautioned.
âYes, FireAnn, you should listen.â He started to turn away, but bitter words brought him abruptly about face again as FireAnn cried out, âOh, yes, fine advice from the son who murdered his father for his motherâs sake.â
âYou know little of us, I see, for all the time youâve spent here.â Jon drew his chin up. âMy father was burned out, done, and he would rather have died than have lived a day without Magick coursing in his veins. I did him a kindness, like putting an old, crippled dog to sleep. He knew that, and she and I know that.â
âIâm certain you tell yourself that on nights when you cannot sleep.â Eleanora looked into his face, and held her gaze firm.
He smiled again, coldly. âI sleep quite well, thank you. Let us pray you do.â
He slammed the huge door into place at his exit, using strength from outside his own body to do it, feeling the very timber shake at his touch as he dropped and then locked the bar down.
Fool! Heâd let them get to him, after all.
Who would have guessed that there were days when he missed his father Brennard keenly? Who would have guessed?
Jon tossed the key in his pouch and tied it away again, and left the prison wing.
Gavan frowned at Bailey. âAt this point, I doubt I need to say how dangerous that was.â
âI was trying to keep up.â Bailey shifted her weight from one foot to the other, patted her ponyâs neck, and tried to look contrite but didnât quite succeed. âItâs not my fault you guys went off and left me.â
His rainwater eyes darkened to a stormy blue, and his mouth opened to drop a scathing reply when Trent called out, âSheâs rightâit wasnât her fault. Look here,â and he traced a line along the hillside only he seemed to see. âThis was laid here, and itâs only Baileyâs luck sheâs the one who was misled by it.â
Gavanâs mouth snapped shut. He traded a look with Jason, who said quietly, âWhat is it you see, Trent? We canât see it.â
âAh. Well,â and he snapped his fingers. âItâs like a fence, a low one. Probably the horse sensed it and just started trotting alongside it, not willing to cross it. Itâs not a real barrier, more like a . . .â He frowned and drummed his hand on his thigh. âMore like a nudge. Itâs fading now, even as we speak.â
âSo, someone would have been singled out, regardless, if they ran into it.â
Renart shuddered. His hands went white-knuckled on his reins. Gavan thumped his shoulder. âNot meant for you, my friend. One of us.â
âIâve seen the wolfjackals,â the young trader said tightly. âI didnât like it.â
And he must not have, to be so blunt, Jason thought. He nodded. âIt isnât a deadly trap, or it would have been.â
Bailey tilted her head at him, and made a
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