She frowned. âThey didnât seem to see you as any less than each other.â She frowned. Remembering the fond way theyâd elbowed each other in the Driterâs Den. âWhat could you ever do thatâd be dishonorable? I cannot fathom it.â She studied his impassive face before continuing. âSebastian and the red assassin didnât view you as dishonored.â
âThey wouldnât speak it if they did.â
Is that really true? Mardichi likely would.
Loudly. A lot. To everyoneâ¦Like he grumbles about everything else.
âNeither seemed particularly shy in expressing their views when I met them.â She said. Eying him dubiously.
âThere are many you havenât met.â
Like the Captain. He may never forgive me.
Her chin jutted and he sensed his mistake. âThen take me to them and I shall decide if they see you as dishonored.â
âI see myself so!â He roared.
âThen donât!â She stomped. Inadvertently crushing the bread in her fingers.
He rolled his eyes Heavenward, praying for patience.
âWoman!â
âWolf!â
He growled in his throat missing the irony in him doing so at just that moment. âI must do this.â He tried to explain more gently.
She kicked one foot out, cocked a hip and crossed her arms over her breasts in such a way that she barely held the bread still in her fist. Disapproval written over her features.
He met her look unflinchingly. âThis isnât something youâll get your way in.â He warned.
âI never do with youâ¦Yet.â She tapped a toe.
âSerâ¦â
âTry to leave me.â She commanded impudently. Jaw tightening.
âYou can be a wretch on occasion.â
âFrequent occasions.â She tossed her head like a wild mare.
âThis is something I have to do for myself.â
They glared at each other a long while, and to his surprise, she finally relented. Arms falling. âYou must stay safe and come back to me whole.â
Is she pleading me?
âYou must stop trying to command me.â He countered.
âDo what I say and return to me and I shall give it my very best effort.â
He gasped at her impertinence. âYouâre no-â
âDo not say âLadyâ.â She lifted a finger to silence him. âYou know what Iâll sayâ¦â
You say âyou like that Iâm no lady.â He mimicked in his head. How many times have I heard her say it? He was beginning to regret ever confiding that to her.
âWhere are you going?â
âThe Paladines.â He sighed.
âPlease come back. Take great care. You take my world with you.â She breathed.
âWhat are you saying to me?â His face showed shock.
Does she love me?
âIâm saying be cautious. Will you take the dogs?â
Absolutely not. I wonât rest if theyâre not with you.
His lips tightened and he shook his head. âThey need to be here with you so I wonât worry for you while Iâm gone.â
She beamed. âYou worry for me?â
He nodded reluctantly. Of course I do.
âHow will I know youâre safe?â
âHave you not seen me in battle?â He gave her a lopsided grin. Making sky blue eyes danced behind the white tresses slashing his face in a slight breeze.
âI have.â She admitted. âBut you wonât tell me what youâre up against.â
Iâm not sure yet.
âCome.â He directed. Waving his hand over his shoulder for her to follow.
âWhat is it?â
âHave you ever been this far back?â
âNo.â She said, puzzled. âI have seen your high fence back there.â She gnawed her lip. âAnd the dogs have led me to the perimeter several times. But I couldnât see over and itâs too tall to climb.â
âBut youâve said nothing?â He shot out in surprise.
Youâve not been curious.
âIâve enough sense to know there are particular things you wonât confide in meâ¦Yet.â
âYou say âyetâ a lot.â
âThings will not always be as they are.â She warned cryptically.
âYouâre unduly confident.â He glanced back at her, quizzically.
Too confident.
I can promise you nothing. Iâve nothing to offer you.
âYou will see.â There was a decisiveness to her tone that boded ill for him.
He led her across the main room and out a back door and then through a tiny hallway and a metal door so heavy, he grunted to move it. When he revealed what was behind the cottage, Serdephe shrieked in horror.
âWhat is that?â
âMy kind call it a Sarabi.â