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Sajin.
When you came in search of Conar's friend, Storm."
Sajin's smile vanished. "I have no idea where she is, but I surely would like to. There are things I need to discuss with Sybelle." He thought of why he felt the need to find his sister and a heavy scowl replaced the smile of a moment before. "She has a lot of explaining to do."
Catherine sensed a quiet smoldering fury in her traveling companion at the mention of his sister and let the matter drop.
Inside the dray, Conar felt the headache returning and gritted his teeth to the jarring jolt of the wagon wheels in the ruts along the road. With every bump, the pain increased until he was once more sick to his stomach. Burying his face in the pillow, he was determined not to give in to the pain. He clutched the material to him and squeezed his eyes shut.
Rupine could look into the back of the dray from where he sat his steed. He had not missed the look of agony which had flashed across his patient's face and knew the man was hurting again.
Outside of giving McGregor more of the drug, which he did not want to do and which the Outlander would no doubt refuse anyway, Rupine knew of nothing he could do to lessen the severity of the discomfort the man was experiencing. He only hoped the journey into Asaraba could be made as quickly and easily as possible.
Yuri glanced behind him at the dray as one of the nags pulling it snorted and flung its head, rattling the harness. He frowned and turned back around again. His thoughts had been on the man inside the dray and those thoughts had not been happy ones. He knew well what the Serenian prince intended to do once they reached Yuri's homeland and that knowledge ate at the Shadow-warrior's gut like a hungry rat. He had hoped Conar would relent once he had seen the Tzarevna, but the events that had taken place at Abbadon had served only to strengthen the Outlander's decision to put aside his wife, a woman Yuri knew loved Conar McGregor more than life itself.
And a woman Yuri suspected McGregor loved just as much.
Balizar's gaze scanned the horizon for trouble. Not that any of them expected it, but it was better to be on your toes than on your knees in a slave camp. He stood up in his saddle and surveyed the land about them. There was no sign of a raiding party. He was sure most of the slave traders and owners were aware of what had happened at Abbadon and he was fairly sure there would be no reprisals, but he was taking no chances with Conar McGregor's life. Outriders had been posted along both sides of their route, about a mile out from the caravan, just in case. Scouts Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 35
constantly traveled the distance between both sets of riders, on the lookout for trouble. Arbra intended they make the trip into Asaraba without incident.
"Your sister wasn't happy to be left behind," one of the Shadow-warriors remarked to Asher.
Asher glanced at the man. He knew the man's name was Andrei something or other and that the husky warrior had been trying unsuccessfully to gain Rachel's notice. He shrugged. "She thinks she's as good as any man with that bow of hers."
"I've seen her shoot," Andrei said with admiration deep in his voice. "She is very good."
"But Khamsin ordered her to stay behind and she knew he meant it," Asher replied.
Andrei grinned. "I like a woman who doesn't take orders easily." At Asher Stone's lifted brow, the Outer Kingdom man winked. "It makes them more of a challenge."
Asher smiled despite himself. "Rachel's that," he agreed.
"She doesn't have a man, does she?" Andrei asked, unaccustomed worry clouding his wide face.
Asher flinched. "You'll have to ask her that yourself."
The Outer Kingdom warrior chuckled. "I intend to."
If you aren't ordered to stay in St. Steffensburg, Asher thought grimly. He looked over at the warrior once more and sighed. The man was handsome in a rough, rugged way, and would no doubt make Rachel a good husband. If his sister was so inclined. But he
When you came in search of Conar's friend, Storm."
Sajin's smile vanished. "I have no idea where she is, but I surely would like to. There are things I need to discuss with Sybelle." He thought of why he felt the need to find his sister and a heavy scowl replaced the smile of a moment before. "She has a lot of explaining to do."
Catherine sensed a quiet smoldering fury in her traveling companion at the mention of his sister and let the matter drop.
Inside the dray, Conar felt the headache returning and gritted his teeth to the jarring jolt of the wagon wheels in the ruts along the road. With every bump, the pain increased until he was once more sick to his stomach. Burying his face in the pillow, he was determined not to give in to the pain. He clutched the material to him and squeezed his eyes shut.
Rupine could look into the back of the dray from where he sat his steed. He had not missed the look of agony which had flashed across his patient's face and knew the man was hurting again.
Outside of giving McGregor more of the drug, which he did not want to do and which the Outlander would no doubt refuse anyway, Rupine knew of nothing he could do to lessen the severity of the discomfort the man was experiencing. He only hoped the journey into Asaraba could be made as quickly and easily as possible.
Yuri glanced behind him at the dray as one of the nags pulling it snorted and flung its head, rattling the harness. He frowned and turned back around again. His thoughts had been on the man inside the dray and those thoughts had not been happy ones. He knew well what the Serenian prince intended to do once they reached Yuri's homeland and that knowledge ate at the Shadow-warrior's gut like a hungry rat. He had hoped Conar would relent once he had seen the Tzarevna, but the events that had taken place at Abbadon had served only to strengthen the Outlander's decision to put aside his wife, a woman Yuri knew loved Conar McGregor more than life itself.
And a woman Yuri suspected McGregor loved just as much.
Balizar's gaze scanned the horizon for trouble. Not that any of them expected it, but it was better to be on your toes than on your knees in a slave camp. He stood up in his saddle and surveyed the land about them. There was no sign of a raiding party. He was sure most of the slave traders and owners were aware of what had happened at Abbadon and he was fairly sure there would be no reprisals, but he was taking no chances with Conar McGregor's life. Outriders had been posted along both sides of their route, about a mile out from the caravan, just in case. Scouts Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 35
constantly traveled the distance between both sets of riders, on the lookout for trouble. Arbra intended they make the trip into Asaraba without incident.
"Your sister wasn't happy to be left behind," one of the Shadow-warriors remarked to Asher.
Asher glanced at the man. He knew the man's name was Andrei something or other and that the husky warrior had been trying unsuccessfully to gain Rachel's notice. He shrugged. "She thinks she's as good as any man with that bow of hers."
"I've seen her shoot," Andrei said with admiration deep in his voice. "She is very good."
"But Khamsin ordered her to stay behind and she knew he meant it," Asher replied.
Andrei grinned. "I like a woman who doesn't take orders easily." At Asher Stone's lifted brow, the Outer Kingdom man winked. "It makes them more of a challenge."
Asher smiled despite himself. "Rachel's that," he agreed.
"She doesn't have a man, does she?" Andrei asked, unaccustomed worry clouding his wide face.
Asher flinched. "You'll have to ask her that yourself."
The Outer Kingdom warrior chuckled. "I intend to."
If you aren't ordered to stay in St. Steffensburg, Asher thought grimly. He looked over at the warrior once more and sighed. The man was handsome in a rough, rugged way, and would no doubt make Rachel a good husband. If his sister was so inclined. But he
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