She Walks in Love (Protectors of the Spear Book 2) by Tyndall MaryLu & Tyndall MaryLu

Author:Tyndall, MaryLu & Tyndall, MaryLu [Tyndall, MaryLu]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Ransom Press
Published: 2019-06-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Cristiana brushed a curl from the little girl’s face, then pulled the covers up over her shoulders. A chill permeated the chamber, which the small fire in the hearth did little to assuage. A chill permeated Cristiana as well, one she could not shake. Rising from the bed, she approached the flames and hugged herself, the night dress the maid had given her shifting about her ankles.

Quinn of Savoy…a handsome enough man, tall and muscular, with hair the color of the night, a strong jaw, and chiseled nose. But she sensed something sinister beneath the well-groomed exterior, something akin to the same feeling she got when Lord Braewood had been near, an uneasiness, a heightened awareness that put her on her guard. Foolishness! He was a good friend to Sir Jarin, and if the knight trusted him, so should she. No doubt ’twas merely exhaustion from the day’s journey and the tension of being chased through the countryside. A new day’s light would bring clarity and assurance.

Spinning about, she lifted the coverlet and slipped onto the bed beside Thebe, snuggling close to keep her warm. Before too long, her worries abandoned her in the sweet oblivion of slumber.

Sometime in the middle of the night, she awoke with a start. The chamber sat in darkness, all save the glowing coals in the hearth. Movement directed her gaze near the door, yet she could see nothing but shadows. The door snapped shut.

Her heart sprinted, crashing against her chest. Pushing to her elbows, she scanned the room as more things came into focus. No one was there. But someone had been there.

She was sure of it.

♥♥♥

Grabbing the reins of the spirited horse, Quinn of Savoy handed the missive, sealed with his signet ring, to his servant. “Deliver this to Bishop Montruse at Luxley Castle at once. Ride through the night if you must.”

The man nodded and slipped the letter inside his cloak. “Aye, my lord.”

“When you return, I will pay you handsomely,” Quinn added, though he knew not how. His coffers had long since been empty. But how else to inspire the man to make haste?

He released the reins, and the man nudged the horse forward and then urged him into a gallop down the path and out the main gate of Savoy Manor.

Dust flew into Quinn’s face as a chill raked over him, and he stared up at the quarter moon frowning down upon him. Only adding to his shame. A shame that now rampaged through him, stealing every ounce of goodness that remained.

Shoving aside the feelings, he stiffened his jaw. He hated to betray his longtime friend, but what else could he do? Did Jarin not know that the bishop had posted a bounty on his head in the sum of twenty pounds? Quinn scrubbed a hand over his chin. That would go a long way to pay off his gambling debts and bring back some of the servants he’d been forced to release. Not to mention, once again position him in a respectable standing with nobility.

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