Find a Way (Prince and Trader) by Green R.G

Author:Green, R.G. [Green, R.G.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-07-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

KHERIN felt the eyes boring into him even if no one had approached him, and he saw the hostility in the sneers that hadn’t been hidden quickly enough. Some of the faces he recognized, though he would be hard-pressed to name them, and some were men he couldn’t swear he had ever seen before, either in the Silver Fish or out of it. But gossip had spread fast, and he knew that what was said last night was almost certainly repeated now. Turning his back on the Defenders was one of the most uncomfortable things he had ever done.

When Willum arrived to deliver his morning meal, he hadn’t bothered to hide his displeasure when Kherin had demanded that his leather armor be delivered to the hospice. Adrien had hid his even less when Defenders had arrived with the boiled leather while he and his brother still ate in his room. But as painful as the still healing wounds were, hiding in the hospice wasn’t an option—and hiding is what they would have considered it, regardless of whether it was adherence to the healer’s instructions. Adrien may have been right when he had said that it was only Kherin’s stubbornness and pride that pushed him back into the camp this soon, but Kherin was not going to let the situation fester in his absence. If any of those from the tavern had anything to say to him, they would have their opportunity.

So far they had only offered hostile silence.

The northern bank he faced offered little more, as the white-coated barren plains seemed unbroken all the way to the distant mountains rising up in the horizon, with no movement and no signs of life to show it was anything but empty. It might as well have been empty—

Save for the tunnels.

The northerner he had set free had said the tunnels created the paths to allow the northerners to move unseen, and Jarak had said the entrances were hidden from view by dips in the land. Where they led—and how many there were—had not been answered by either, though Kherin hadn’t had the chance to ask, and Jarak wouldn’t have bothered to answer.

“Looking for another northern throat to stick you cock down?”

Kherin spun quickly in the direction the words had come from, but he couldn’t identify the man or the voice in the group of Defenders who had gathered a short distance behind him. Six of them, and none from Delfore. And all of them were watching him despite the snickers that rippled from their group. The bitter winter air scraped against his cheeks as he looked at their faces, one by one, but no one owned up to the remark, and no one denied it.

Sounds from behind them stopped their laughter within moments, however, and they turned as one to follow Kherin’s gaze over their shoulders. Teren and Jaden stepped up to them and then around them as they approached the prince, and though their swords weren’t bared, their hands were ready.

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