Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

Were those tears in her eyes? It was only Eivor’s quiet strength he did not flee to the silver-kissed woman. To forego caution and simply steal away with her—because there was absolutely no way the Silvertongue he knew would be here on her own accord.

She fled—his mind and heart reeled. Food was brought in—resting upon the reeds and only when the room was empty spare for the two visitors did Akavir finally look to Eivor. “I don’t know,” he murmured. Truth—Toula had made a proclamation once—that none would be here against their will.

Silvertongue seemed desperate to keep their knowledge of one another a secret—was that the panic in her eyes? Did she fear for him? For herself? For her family?

“Pretend nothing is amiss,” he rumbled then, his gaze hardening to the entrance before swinging past her, scoping the room—looking for any indication that somehow, this was a trap.