Master Wolf (Capital Wolves Book 2) by Joanna Chambers

Author:Joanna Chambers [Chambers, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781999672010
Published: 2020-03-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Drew turned to Lindsay once Begg was gone. He was about to ask Lindsay for his thoughts, but then he saw how grey and haggard Lindsay was, and how heavily he was leaning on his cane, and the words died in his throat.

“What?” Lindsay said with faint irritation. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Drew studied him unhappily. “Do you feel unwell?”

“I’m just tired,” Lindsay said. “I need to sit.” He sounded breathless, a faint wheeze in his voice. His gaze began to wander about the ballroom, presumably searching for a chair.

“There are no free chairs in here,” Drew said. “Come with me. I saw some benches outside the ballroom.” Without waiting for a response, he took Lindsay’s elbow in a gentle grip and steered him towards the large open doors, hoping it would be quiet on the upper landing.

Lindsay didn’t argue with him—which was itself entirely out of character. He allowed Drew to lead him out of the ballroom and into the quiet corridor outside, where Drew guided him to a small, unoccupied wooden bench in the shadows.

“Sit down here. Do you want me to fetch you something to drink?”

Lindsay shook his head. “I just need to rest for a bit. I’ve overdone it.” He braced his right hand on his cane and slowly lowered himself down onto the bench, closing his eyes.

Drew sat down beside him, eyeing him anxiously. Lindsay’s skin had an ashen cast to it.

Lindsay raised a hand and passed it wearily over his newly short hair. All these long years, whenever Drew thought of Lindsay, he’d pictured him with long hair—dark, silken tresses tumbling over his shoulders.

He didn’t look himself with short hair. There was something bare and vulnerable about him—though in fairness, that wasn’t just about his hair. His obvious physical frailty was disturbing. Oddly, though, it was contradicted by a newly determined quality that shone out of him, despite his physical limitations.

He seemed, in a strange way, more at peace with himself than he’d ever been. And so… certain. Certain as to his objectives and the path he was taking to fulfil them.

Drew realised suddenly that Lindsay was looking at him, his expression both puzzled and careful. He shifted his arm in the black silk sling, drawing Drew’s eye.

“I see you are wearing the Wolfsbane again,” Drew said, unable to help himself commenting on the fact.

Lindsay gave a curt nod. “As I said last night, I wear it every day. I must sever the bond completely. I have to be ready when Duncan comes.”

Drew snorted incredulously. “I don’t see how doing this to yourself makes you more ready to face Duncan. For Christ’s sake, Lindsay, he’s a full-strength wolf and you’re as weak as a bloody kitten. You can’t even stand on your own two feet a quarter hour! What good will it do you to be able to say no to him when you’ve no physical strength to back it up?”

Lindsay studied him, his eyes moving over Drew’s face. He still appeared quite calm, damn him.

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