My Shadow Warrior by Jen Holling

Author:Jen Holling [Holling, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780739457023
Google: eMPxH5xDB8sC
Amazon: 0743471083
Barnesnoble: 0743471083
Goodreads: 120049
Publisher: Pocket
Published: 2005-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Alone?” Roderick said, trying to shove Wil iam away so he could stand at Alan’s bedside. Wil iam didn’t move, giving the unpleasant man a warning glare.

But Roderick didn’t seem to notice, sneering at him. “Why do ye need to speak to him alone? So you can feed him lies and squeeze more payment out of him?”

“He has asked for no payment!” Rose cried, pushing to stand in front of Wil iam and confront her uncle. Wil iam stepped back for her.

“Rose wil stay,” he said. “To make certain I cozen no one.”

Roderick grunted rudely. “She is completely besotted with this man. He has her in thral .”

Alan grasped his daughter’s hand and gazed up at her, his thick auburn-and-white brows drawn together. “Is this true, Rose?”

Rose hesitated for the merest second, then shook her head. “No, Da.”

Isobel had begun to cry, and Sir Philip put an arm around her, pressing her head into his shoulder. Alan looked at the gloomy faces surrounding him.

“Come now,” he said with false cheer. “Let’s not be so fiddle-faced. What of Stephen, aye? Come here, lad.”

The young blond man stumped forward.

Alan gazed up at Wil iam hopeful y. “Mayhap Lord Strathwick can heal Stephen?”

Wil iam rubbed his fingers hard into his closed eyes. The pain was nearly blinding now, compounded by the fact that he knew he could not heal Stephen.

He sighed and dropped his hand. “I cannot help the lad.”

At this revelation everyone began to talk at once.

“What do you mean?”

“How do you know?”

“You haven’t even looked at his back!”

“You won’t even try?”

“Do you even know what ails him?”

The lad himself said nothing; he only stood there, staring down at his hands braced over the top of his cane. Wil iam gritted his teeth, feeling like an ass and a fraud.

Rose gazed up at Wil iam, studying him with a smal , worried frown. “You are unwel .”

He thought to deny it, but in truth, he wanted out of this room and away from these people, so he nodded.

“Lord Strathwick is unwel ,” Rose announced, her hand on his arm, propel ing him toward the door. “We’l continue this on the morrow.”

“How convenient,” Roderick said, shaking his head contemptuously. “Wel , on the morrow I wil have many questions, healer.”

Drake bumped into him rather violently and unnecessarily on the way to the door. Roderick went for his dirk, but Sir Philip’s hand was on his shoulder, his back to them. He lowered his head to speak to Roderick in a low voice. Planning the lynching, no doubt.

The door closed behind Wil iam, Drake, and Rose.

“I am going to kil your uncle,” Wil iam said mildly.

Rose’s shoulders slumped. “What would you think if you were him?”

Wil iam’s jaw tightened. “That I was a fake.”

“I would, too, if I hadn’t seen you heal.” She started walking, and Wil iam and Drake fol owed. Her words made Wil iam’s head pound harder. He felt like a fake, which was absurd and made him even angrier. He glanced at Drake, who glowered at her back.

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