tightened about the hilt of the blade.
He leaned forwards. ‘Are you all right?’
Surprised he had dropped anger so quickly, she jerked her head, not sure whether she signalled no or yes.
‘Did you hear something? An intruder?’ His hand hovered over his own dagger now.
‘No, no.’ She found her hand on his arm, trying to quiet him before the whole tower waked. ‘You just startled me.’
‘Then why were you prowling the stairs?’
She exhaled her pent-up breath. ‘I had a bad dream and could not close my eyes again.’
The sound of his breathing next to hers in the dark was oddly intimate. In this bend of the stairs, they were hidden from view and for the first time since she woke, she breathed easily. An unfamiliar feeling. One she barely recognised.
‘And you,’ she asked. ‘Did dreams rouse you?’
Even in the dark, she sensed he shook his head. ‘Worries, not dreams.’
The moon Rob had warned of cast faint light in through the opening in the wall. She sat, taking her favourite perch. Belde moved to the step above her and settled, warm and familiar at her back. John sat two steps below, not asking permission. His position, so close and in the dark, seemed more intimate than a touch.
She struggled for distance. ‘We’ll send no men to the king. At least, not until we kill Scarred Willie.’
‘And when you kill him, the Storwicks will kill a Brunson and we’ll strike back and it will go on until after all of us have been gone for as long as that Viking on Hogback Hill. Is that what you want?’
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