Fairytales Slashed 2 by Derr Megan & Miller Sasha L

Author:Derr, Megan & Miller, Sasha L. [Derr, Megan & Miller, Sasha L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

Roark stopped one step into the kitchen, freezing at the dark look Amara was leveling at him.

“I swear to god, Roark, if you track in more snow after I spent the morning cleaning the floor, you’ll be sleeping in the stables tonight. Without Cos,” Amara said threateningly from her spot at the kitchen table.

“I wasn’t—” Roark began defensively, even though he had been about to thoughtlessly tramp in despite Amara’s constant reminders to remove his snowy boots at the door. He didn’t finish his protest, rolling his eyes as he carefully removed his sword and stuck it on the hooks he’d attached to the wall above the door. Perfectly accessible to him, but far above the reach of curious toddlers.

“Where’s Cos?” Roark asked, tugging his right boot back on when he realized Cos’s boots weren’t among those lined up neatly next to the door. “And what is Ejoc doing here?”

“Cos is out checking on the horses,” Amara said, not looking up from the sock she was darning. “And Ejoc is here because he helped me bring back the purchases I made in town.”

“So why is he still here?” Roark groused halfheartedly. Amara could do worse for villagers than Ejoc, but Roark was going to fight it all the way.

“Because he’s also joining us for dinner,” Amara said. She glared at him pointedly, jabbing her needle through the sock with more force than was necessary. “You will be nice.”

“Yeah, sure,” Roark said dismissively, reaching for the doorknob. “Be back shortly.”

“Mmhmm,” Amara said, her glare melting away. It wasn’t fair, how even obscure references to his relationship with Cos got a smile when she usually only glared at or scolded Roark. “See if you can cheer him up some, will you? He seems a little down today.”

Roark scowled at that news—what had Cos upset? Stepping out into the yard again, Roark squinted against the late afternoon sun and the way it reflected off the snow blanketing the yard. A path had been cleared to the stable; probably Cos’s doing from how perfectly square the snow banks on either side were.

Roark headed for the stables, wanting to see Cos and fix whatever was bothering him quickly. Cos had been doing so much better lately—but if Roark thought about it, he had been quiet this morning before Roark had gone off to practice with the small complement of the King’s army that was stationed in the village.

Roark let himself into the stable, frowning when he didn’t immediately see Cos. Checking the three stalls only turned up horses, and there was no one in the loft when Roark climbed the ladder to check. Safely back on the ground—and ignoring the twinge his previously broken leg gave as he climbed down the ladder—Roark headed back out and saw what he’d missed before.

Heading off through the snow were a pair of boot prints—Cos’s, because his feet were bigger than Amara’s but smaller than Roark’s, and his right boot left a unique print because of the way the cobbler had repaired it after Roark had sliced the bottom trying to remove a fraying bit of leather.

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