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“We all fear something,” she said, though the tight set of his jaw made her wonder if he was too stubborn to fear anything.
“What do you fear?” he asked, again not looking at her.
Her response came easily. “What you plan to do with me.”
That he did not respond said more than if he had spoken.
When the silence lingered, she said, “You believe me a witch so, therefore, you must think I can help you with something beyond your power.”
Again, he remained silent.
“I am no witch. I am a healer,” she said with pride, though she doubted anyone would believe her.
Varrick turned to her. “Where is your home?”
His question surprised her as did the bold blue of his eyes. She had never seen such striking eye color. It truly captured one in its intensity, making it difficult to look away.
She forced herself to turn her head for a moment. “Why do you ask?”
“You will not respond to any question I ask you with another question,” he ordered.
“Knowledge cannot be gained without curiosity,” Fia said, turning to look at him once again. “As a healer, I am compelled to learn as much as I can so I may tend those in need of healing.”
“It is not your healing skills I seek. Now tell me where your home is.”
Fia remained reluctant to say. If she did have a chance to escape him—she shut her eyes a moment against the sudden thought that hit her. Did he plan to make sure she had no place to go if she should escape him? The thought of escape was already on her mind.
“I will not ask you again,” he snapped.
Holding her tongue was something she often had no choice but to do, as well as being careful with her words, but this situation was different, and so she spoke up. “Why do you wish to know?”
He turned a fierce glare on her. “You dare question me?”
Her stomach stirred nervously, and his tongue was so sharp it felt as if his words slashed at her. “Nay, my lord.”
“Then tell me,” he ordered.
“It is a day’s ride from here,” she said.
“You will tell me the direction and if you lie to me—”
“I will not like the consequences,” she said, recalling his words.
“It is good you learn fast,” Varrick said.
She did learn fast, and she knew without a doubt that the situation she was riding into could prove deadly for her, yet she was unsure how she could escape it. She needed to know what Varrick wanted from her, for she feared once he realized she was not a witch, not capable of giving him what he wanted that she would be useless to him.
What then?
She thought of asking again what he wanted from her, but she did not think he would tell her yet. In the meantime, she had to take note of everything about him and his warriors and even more so where he was taking her. She needed to become familiar with her surroundings if an escape proved possible.
He is your fate.
She had been reminded of that repeatedly. Did it mean she was fated to remain with him? Was there more to him than she could see? Was she to give him a chance? She pondered the many questions that rushed through her thoughts, yet no answers came to her. She supposed time would tell, but how much time did she give it before it could prove dangerous for her?
She knew little of the man who rode beside her—her husband. She had heard tales just as others had but had paid no heed to them. She had no reason to. There had been little chance their paths would ever cross, yet here she was, his wife.
Learn about him. Learn from him.
