Once confident that Rathenridge wasn’t about to toss Merrill bodily through his vargar gates, I confronted Elsa again. “Why didn’t you come to me immediately? Surely you could see he was playing you. Didn’t you realize he would never forgive such a debt?”
Indignation flared in her dark eyes. “Approach the Bulldog of Rhynan with only a cryptic statement and a hunch? You are not well known for being kind or generous with your attention, my lord. Besides, when you confronted Merrill, he would’ve laughed it all off as if it was a joke, leaving my family and I completely at his mercy. What possible motivation, my lord, would I have had to speak to you?”
From sardonically arched eyebrows to tightened jaw, she was a warrior again.
“I would have listened.”
She didn’t respond, but her doubt was clearly written in her frown.
“See that it doesn’t happen again. Inform me of every word he speaks to you.” I bowed to Rathenridge and left.
Do you think she will comply?
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