KIND EYES AND A LION’S HEART
“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.