Evermore by Cassidy Cayman

Author:Cassidy Cayman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Time travel
Published: 2018-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

TO SAY THE mood was glum would have been an understatement. Jordan’s stomach churned as he sat in Leo’s room, with Sophie fluttering around him. Tristan and his men, along with as many of Sir Walter’s men as he could spare, had already galloped off into what was left of the night. For the moment, Jordan’s safe return to the castle was being kept a secret. Hopefully, Drayton would wake up in the morning to find his plan to take Dernier was a big, fat flop.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Sophie asked. Again.

He took the cloth away from his swollen nose so she could get the full force of his glare. So far, all they knew was Drayton had grabbed him after he overheard them planning to attack Dernier Keep. They didn’t know about the underground lair or the fact that he’d come across Marjorie trying to bury the cursed dress. He didn’t know yet if he’d tell them that. He felt protective of Marjorie, almost as if he were responsible for her. And while it was clear as crystal that she didn’t know what was going on, he wasn’t sure the others would accept that. They’d been tortured enough by the curse and he was afraid it clouded their judgments.

“Where did they take you? And which of Drayton’s men was it?” Leo asked. He’d wanted to go and help Tristan defend the keep, but Sophie had been loudly against it. And Jordan had also piped in that he better not go. He was about to have his own problems to deal with.

“It wasn’t Drayton’s men,” Jordan said wearily. His voice sounded stuffy and speaking hurt his face. “At least not any of those he’d declare publicly. It was a completely different group. I don’t think they were knights. They were scruffy and spoke differently than you and Tristan do.”

“Different how?” Sophie asked. “A different accent? Were they Scottish?”

He shrugged, which hurt his shoulders. Now that he was safe and the adrenaline had worn off, more aches and pains kept popping up. “It wasn’t the accent so much. They talked rougher, I guess. Like common folk, while Leo and Tristan kind of talk fancy.”

“I beg your pardon?” Leo asked, confused. Jordan and Sophie shared a smile.

“Like that,” Jordan said. “Those guys wouldn’t have begged anyone’s pardon.”

Sophie gasped and clapped her hands together. “Maybe Tristan was right all along. It’s marauders that are being funded by Drayton.”

“There, that’s it exactly. Didn’t I explain all that?” He rubbed his eyes and sucked in a breath at how tender his face was. The goon had only hit him once, but his fist had been the size of an anvil. “Sorry, I’m pretty beat.” He snorted at his accidental joke.

Sophie tsked. “Don’t be sorry. It’s a miracle you got away. How did you get away?”

He shuddered, forcefully pushing it out of his mind. He would never tell Sophie what he’d done. He wouldn’t be able to stand the look in her eyes. Leo eyed him, seeming to sense his unease.

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