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“Whatever happened to the Emrys lad?” Fenyx asked, his gaze sharp. “For a while there, his father would not stop blathering about the stupid boy’s disappearance. Muttering to anyone who would listen about conspiracies afoot and a certain girl who was much more than she seemed.”
I was quiet for a moment. “And you believed Lord Agravaine’s rantings? The ramblings of a mad man who had tragically lost his son?”
“I did not say I believed him. The rantings were vague and, as you say, could be a sign of madness. But the fact remains that Florian Emrys did disappear.” Fenryx smiled down at me. “Very strange timing, coinciding with the night you left.”
“I left with two men that night, my lord,” I said calmly. “Ragnar Whitehorn, Agravaine’s own man, and Kairos Draven, the king’s captain of the Royal Guard. Neither of them have returned either.”
He whistled. “Are you saying you disposed of them, too?”
“Not at all. I am saying there are explanations for everything. I left with a dangerous assassin who my brother had assigned to me. Perhaps he had some trouble with Florian and disposed of him himself. As for Whitehorn, if you must know, I watched Kairos Draven butcher him on our trek to Valtain.” That was not a lie, though Draven had had his reasons.
Fenyx raised his eyebrows. “Now there’s a theory Agravaine might be able to get behind. The bloodthirsty and barbarous Kairos Draven had it out for the Emrys family, did he?”
“I have no idea. He may have. It’s true that Captain Draven insisted we leave earlier than we were supposed to. The decision was not mine, you know. Either way, I cared nothing for Florian Emrys. He was cruel to me. And if he is dead, I am glad. We need men of strength and goodness in Pendrath, not weak-hearted, fiendish louts. Which one are you, Lord General?”
“One of strength. Goodness is far too close to weakness for my liking, Lady Morgan.” He grinned in a way that hinted at subtle depravities. “I have been called fiendish before by some. I can’t say I despise the term.”
I tried not to let him rattle me. “I believe I’ll retire to my room now. Thank you again for the walk.”
“You’ll dream of me tonight,” he promised.
I had begun to walk away. Now I half-turned, sorely tempted to issue a rebuttal.
“And I, Lady Morgan, will most certainly be thinking of you while I’m in my bedchambers this evening,” he called mockingly as I continued to walk away.
CHAPTER 21 - MORGAN
Ididn’t want to dreamof Fenyx, and unless it was a nightmare, I knew there was no chance of that happening.
The person I longed to see above all was Kaye. And failing that, Draven. I felt choked with how much I missed my mate, and it had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d seen him in our shared dream.
But Kaye—I was past desperate to know how he fared. The guilt of not knowing was overwhelming. If only I could get a glimpse of where he was, of his surroundings. To know if he was safe.
I determined I would try to conjure a true dreaming of him tonight. After all, I had caught a glimpse of Arthur’s soldiers once. Admittedly, without trying. But still, perhaps I would be able to do so again.
However, it wasn’t nightfall. It wasn’t even dinnertime. So instead of making my way to bed, I made my way to the castle library.
