Tomas: A Time Travel Romance (Dunskey Castle Book 3) by Jane Stain

Author:Jane Stain [Stain, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Deich (10)

Shocking the same women she had a few minutes ago when she and Tomas ran through the castle kitchen, Amber ran right through there again, not stopping when she got into the cold stone hallway but running all the way down to Tomas’s pointy-topped bedroom door, opening it, and hastening to close it behind her.

She paused with her back against it. Breathing heavily. Expecting any moment to hear a castle resident ask what business she had in this room. And toss her out on her ear.

After a few minutes, she caught her breath. She was lucky today. She didn’t hear anyone coming.

Nodding with pride in the instinct which had told her to run through the castle, thus giving people the least chance of seeing her, she turned to the room at hand.

Maybe Sulis had made some sort of voodoo doll of Tomas and hidden it here in this room, controlling him. Amber itched to find it — or anything that would help her break the spell.

First, she searched the chest of drawers. Five clean linen shirts, two clean kilts, two clean plaid overdresses, and five clean pairs of socks later, she moved on to the bed. It had been made, but she turned down the covers and searched between the blankets and even between the handmade mattress and the wooden platform it sat on before making the bed up again, having found nothing.

Finally, she lay down on the cold stone floor and looked under the bed. Ah, there were Tomas’s weapons — his large claymore and his bow & quiver. She had drawn out the quiver and was searching among the arrows when she heard the door open.

Ready for a fight with Sulis, Amber got up with defiance in her eyes.

But it was Tomas. His glazed-over eyes traveled the room, then finally zeroed in on his quiver in her hand. The faintest hint of half a dozen different emotions passed over his face one by one in the next few moments: shock, unbelief, anger, fear, cunning — and was that last one … hope?

When he spoke, his voice was low and breathy, almost a whisper — like he was just as afraid as she was, of being overheard by people outside the room in the rest of the castle.

Like the two of them were in this together.

But his words were contrary.

“What are ye doing in here going through my stuff?” He pointed to the quiver. “Put that back where ye found it.”

Not taking her eyes off his, she squatted and did as she was told. There hadn’t been anything in the quiver but arrows, anyway. And then, seeing how this might be the last time she saw him, the last chance she got, she stood again and just laid it all out on the line for him. Quietly.

“I was trying tae find some aught that will get rid o this horrible influence she has ower ye, Tomas. Ye are na the same when she’s aroond. Ye were weird and grumpy this morning, but the longer we bided together today, the more normal ye got.

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