KIND
EYES AND A LION’S HEART
CHAPTER
TWO
“What the devil
was that about?” Barengar demanded through clenched teeth as he forced Melvin
behind a pillar where nobody could see them.
“What was what about?” Melvin replied,
wrenching his arm free of his cousin’s strong grasp.
“What did Lady Viola say to you?”
“None of your business,” Melvin retorted.
“What did you say to her?”
“We were talking about musicians and
ballads, if you must know.”
“Oh.” Barengar crossed his powerful arms. “What did she have to say about them?”
Melvin
didn’t want to talk about Lady Viola with his cousin so for once, he took refuge
in the low opinion Barengar had of him and let his words flow unimpeded. “Oh, you know, the usual things women say
about music and ballads and the like.
What sort of songs they prefer, what they don’t. Like most women, she likes love songs best,
the weepier the better,” he couldn’t resist adding.
Slightly
ashamed of his lie, he changed the subject and hurried on. “I still have to pay the ransom I owe
you. When will you be leaving here?”
“I’m
not sure when I’m going. I may stay for
a few days,” Barengar replied, apparently mollified, before he turned on his
heel and went back into the hall, his head swiveling this way and that, clearly
seeking something or someone.
Melvin
scanned the hall, too and had a moment of grim satisfaction as he continued
toward the door.
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Note: This novella is
PG13. With the exception of GWYNETH ANDTHE THIEF and THE WASTREL, my books are usually steamier.
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