Chapters (49)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Trigger warning
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Epilogue
- Where to now?
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Tanya Bird
Anger flickered inside her. ‘The thing is, they do not have quarters at Hampstead Keep, because they do not live here anymore.’
That only made him smile. ‘Everything is as they left it, and they have settled in rather well.’
She stared at him, his disillusions unsettling. ‘I want to see them.’
‘So come see them.’
She shook her head. ‘No. I want you to bring them out.’
‘You want me to drag them out into the cold?’
‘Drag them? No. A simple request will suffice. I imagine they will be keen to see me also.’
He watched her for the longest time before finally nodding. ‘Very well.’ Turning to one of the guards, he said, ‘Bring Lady Gwenore and her son down to the gate.’
A few tense minutes passed, the men glaring at one another while Isabel stared at the pommel of her saddle. Finally, her mother and brother appeared, the guard in tow. The sight of them made Isabel’s chest tighten and eyes burn, but she pushed all of her emotions down. That would have to wait.
‘Belle,’ her mother said, her voice trembling.
Everard was glaring in Hodge’s direction.
‘Are you both all right?’ Isabel asked, looking between them.
‘No,’ Everard replied. ‘None of this is all right.’
Hodge ignored the boy. ‘Now that we have established that everyone is well, shall we go inside? I believe roast chicken is on the menu, and I know that is one of your favourites, my beloved.’
‘I think we are a little past endearments,’ she said. ‘You may call me Isabel.’
He drew a slow breath. ‘Very well.’
It was frustrating having her family so close but being unable to reach them without appeasing him first. Her cold eyes bored into him. ‘What do you want, my lord?’
‘Right now? Dinner.’
She blinked slowly. ‘You are wasting both our time. Tell me what you hoped to achieve by luring me here.’
He tilted his head and regarded her for a long moment. ‘That place has changed you. You have lost your warmth and kind spirit.’
‘That place has not changed me. You changed me. You broke me. It is going to take some time to heal and regain the warmth you siphoned from my very bones.’
Her mother dropped her gaze while Everard continued to glower at Hodge.
‘Clearly we have a lot to discuss,’ Hodge said.
‘Then speak fast’ was Tolly’s reply. ‘We have a long ride back to Llanelieu.’
Hodge looked between the pair of them. ‘This is the company you choose to keep now?’
Isabel nodded. ‘Yes. Now tell me what needs to happen in order for you to let my family go.’
‘Go?’ Hodge laughed. ‘They just got here. We are finally all together again, as we were before.’ He waved her in. ‘Come inside. Please. This is silly.’