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Because Farrow certainly hadn’t spoken.
It seemed I had an uncommonly quiet mate.
So far, he’d been kind, yes. Helpful. Considerate. The perfect gentleman. But he was fairly lacking in verbal skills. After following me to my pack of possessions, then helping me mount my horse and fasten my things to his traveling gear, he hadn’t been much for words. He’d taken control of my reins, clicked his tongue, and set us into motion away from the castle. All quite rapidly.
I mean, I knew time was of the essence. Each moment he lingered in Donnelly, his risk of being caught and killed grew. But it felt as if everything was happening just so fast. Too fast. Frankly, my head couldn’t seem to stop spinning.
I was doing this.
I was really doing this.
I’d promised my family I wouldn’t seek him out, and I hadn’t. He’d totally sought me.
I said I wouldn’t leave without a word, either, which I also hadn’t done. I mean, not technically, anyway. But the hastily scribbled note I’d tossed on my bed as I rushed from my bedchambers didn’t seem like the kind of “word” I’m sure Brentley and everyone else would be expecting as a farewell. They wouldn’t like learning that I’d dashed off without stopping to think everything through.
But really, they should understand. They had their own marks, which they trusted implicitly. They had better trust mine, too, or they’d all be hypocrites.
And the only reason I’d kept Farrow away from them before we left together was because I already knew there’d be tension. Maybe even the killing kind. And I’m sure Farrow’s idea of meeting the in-laws did not include getting strung up by the neck. So I’d just kind of bypassed all that, for everyone’s sake.
Yet even as I thought that reasonable thought through, I had a strong suspicion no one else would see it the same way. And I was even more certain they’d have a better argument as to why they believed my actions were rash and foolish.
They always did.
Regrettably, they were pretty much always right. But I hadn’t done the wrong thing this time. I couldn’t have.
Except my glance was all too uneasy when I peered through the dark toward the sound of Farrow’s horse next to mine.
My family would have so many questions about him, like why he’d waited five years to return for me.
And while that was a very good question indeed, I’m sure he had a great answer for it, and he’d probably tell it to me soon.
If he decided to talk.
Man, I wished it were daylight. In the zenith of night, all I could make out from the sparse amount of moonlight available was his basic silhouette. At least with some light, maybe I could see his facial expression and be able to read him a little better and probably find a measure of reassurance for my hasty actions. Even the sound of his voice would probably help stabilize my nerves. Because right now in the dark, I could only sense apprehension from him.
And that didn’t help ease my own at all.
My panic mounted.
I was running away with a complete stranger. He could be dangerous. Evil. He could—
Oh, what in God’s name was I freaking out about?
This man was the love of my life.
I was safe with him.
I had to be.
Right?
My mark wouldn’t pair me with a killer. Though, now I had to wonder if cruel, merciless killers had soul mates as well. Everyone needed affection, compassion, a partner in life, whether they were good or bad. Maybe mine was—
No. Just no. I wouldn’t allow any more of those silly thoughts into my head.
Needing words in the air to stop my spiraling anxiety, I opened my mouth to fill the void. I had so much curiosity about him, a million questions that needed answers. I wanted to know everything. And
if I wanted him to talk, I figured I merely needed to start the conversation myself.
