Cara felt the fine hairs on the nape of her neck rise as the Viking spoke again. He had every right, plus motives, to think she was covering for him-- which she was--, Cara just didn't think her lie would be blown off so quickly. She had hoped this would give the white cassanova a couple of days more to live without being under the Viking's radar, after all he'd be chasing a presumed Prince that was long gone.
In her mind, she knew the right thing to do was to just spit out the name of the culprit and point out the possible hideout he might be rolling in with that crazy bitch that deserted them to form her own reign. It was unlikely -- to Cara's black & white mind, but it was still a possibility. Keith didn't seem like the kind of guy that joined cults and went around praising random gods; but Bane sure did. And Cara had no knowledge about Bane, or about the 'misfortune' that led Keith out of the Spine and literally had him wash up on the witch's doorstep.
"That's his name. We called him Prince", she barked with a sligh shrug of her shoulders, Ragnar could pick and prod her all he wanted but that was all he was gonna fish out of her for now. Until she figured out a better lie to tell. Keith was a prince alright, not prince charming or a knight it shining armor but he was good looking and bold; two of the main characteristics in Cara's wishlist.
"I really wish I could tell you anything else, but I don't know where he is", that was partly true, but apparently not good enough to soothe the Viking's worry or the bottled anger bubbling in her own chest. "He comes from the North, maybe he went back -- there are a lot of new packs around here, he might've joined one" she barked with a little more serious tone. As much as she hated the idea of letting Keith's 'treason' go by without punishment, she did not want his guts ripped out of that handsome body of his.
In other words, Cara wanted to play with fire and not get burned.
