I had to clear my throat before I could talk. I looked everywhere but at him.
“ I’m not really sure,” I croaked, licking my dry lips, “I don’t remember much.”
“ You said you saw a black wolf,” he probed, “was that the only one you saw?”
Why was he so interested in these wolves? If he thought they were dangerous — werewolves even — why wouldn’t he want to keep far from them? Maybe he did want to; maybe that’s why he was asking so many questions about them. He hadn’t even asked for my name yet, and I didn’t know his. What had he just asked me? “Umm,” I stalled.
“ How many were there?” he asked again.
“ I’m not sure,” I said in a slightly whiny tone, “I only saw a flash of black fur. I can’t even be positive that it was a wolf.”
“ But you saw blood?”
I closed my eyes for and for a moment I could see the dream perfectly again. “Yeah, there was blood.” I swallowed again and picked distractedly at the blanket.
“ Was it just your sister?” he asked more gently.
I concentrated hard to try and remember. The image of two men came to my mind. Who were they? Was I married? “Yeah,” I said shortly. I had to be careful what I told this man.
He nodded thoughtfully, with his finger to his lips.
“ What’s your name?” I asked abruptly, eager to change the direction of our conversation.
He looked at me curiously, perhaps only now realizing we knew nothing of each other and yet here we sat sharing breakfast in the same bed. He sat up straighter. “I am Nickolas Gant of Le Beaux,” he said formally, “and you are?”
I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. I didn’t even know my name. I only knew what the angel had called me in my dream and I couldn’t be sure that that was even real. “I am Eva,” I told him, hoping that would be enough.
“ Eva?” I nodded, keeping my eyes averted. “Do you not remember your father’s name Eva?”
I brought my fingers to my mouth nervously. I shook my head but didn’t say anything. I wondered if he would throw me out. Fear gripped me tightly, where would I go?
He was still for a moment. I was too much of a coward to look up at him. Then he leaned over and patted my knee affectionately. “If the rain holds off today—” his words trailed off and he got up and went to the small window. He peered outside, tilting his head to the side. He made a low sound. “If the rain holds off today, we’ll set off for the Colony at first light tomorrow.”
“ The Colony?” I questioned.
“ The Colony,” he said while he came back to the bed, “is a city, a safe city. Lady Neleh rules the Colony so it’s the safest place for you to be right now,” he explained.
“ How far away is the colony?”
“ It’s a half day ride. By horse,” he added.
“ And if the rain doesn’t stay away?”
“ If the rain comes today, the river will flood and we might be stuck here for a few days.” He pursed his lips as if the idea of being stuck here displeased him.
The rain started a few hours later. Huge, fat droplets of water. Nickolas sat in front of the window, watching the water gather on the sill. I stretched out fully on the bed. I rolled over so I could see Nickolas. The muscle in his jaw twitched rapidly. I wondered if that meant he was angry.
He turned to face me, as if he knew I was staring. “Looks like we aren’t going to be able to head out as soon as I’d planned,” he stated the obvious.
I gave a weak smile. “So what are we going to do?”
He smiled cautiously at me. “We’ll have to stay here and see how bad it gets. Maybe it won’t last long.” He looked doubtful.
“ Well couldn’t we go now? It’s not too bad now, maybe…” I let my words trail off. I didn’t really want to leave this place until I could remember things more clearly, but he seemed upset about staying.
“ No, we won’t chance it.” I was relieved that he left no room for argument. He must have misread something in
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