asked.
She bit him then, but softly. “Release me and I will show you soft,” she teased.
He did and despite his reflexes she caught him across the cheek with a stinging slap. He had forgotten how fast she was. He ignored the blow and drew her in fiercely for a kiss. Several minutes passed before she spoke again. “I thought you weren’t coming back,” she said.
“I almost didn’t,” he admitted. “What would you have done?”
She had her legs around him by then, and pushing him back down she leaned closer to whisper into his ear, “I would have left a trail of blood and dead men from one end of this kingdom to the other, until I found your killer.”
“And if I wasn’t dead?” he asked, holding her waist. The nightgown had already been ripped to shreds during their struggle.
“Then I’d have killed you myself,” she said nipping at his ear.
He smiled at that but didn’t reply. No sense spoiling the moment. A long time went by before either of them resumed the conversation. They had more pressing issues to resolve.
Eventually things calmed down and they lay tangled in the ruins of Cyhan’s bed. “I was starting to think you were mad at me,” he said referring to the fact that he had been back in the capital for more than two weeks before Ruth had chosen to ‘visit’ him.
She snorted, “I was, but you seemed too thick-headed to understand the message.”
He grunted but stayed silent.
“Besides,” she continued, “I’m leaving soon. I didn’t want to go without saying goodbye.”
He levered himself up on his elbow to see her more clearly, “Does this have anything to do with you being found unconscious in the garden the other day?”
She grimaced. That had been one of her most embarrassing failures since she had begun working for the king over ten years ago. “I suspect I would have been given this mission anyway but that didn’t help matters any.”
Cyhan didn’t ask what her assignment was; he knew she wouldn’t tell him.
She spoke instead, “I need information.”
He took a deep breath; he had guessed it might come to this. He could feel something inside his chest clench uncomfortably. He ignored the sensation. “When are you leaving?” he asked but he already knew the answer. If she left tomorrow she would reach Castle Cameron a day before the public ceremony with Mordecai in the capital. The timing would make sure she was there while the new Lord Cameron was absent.
“I can’t answer that,” she replied. “I need to know what she’s like.”
“You mean my recent student of course,” he said bluntly.
She nodded, “I already met her husband.”
“Don’t judge him by that. He’s two different people in some senses. Hard under pressure but still naive when he can afford to be,” he said.
“He seemed quite capable, but I need to know about his wife,” she pressed.
Since he won’t be there, Cyhan thought to himself. “She’s no pushover. I trained her well, but she is still young and inexperienced. She has spirit but without the bond she is no match for you.”
“The reports say she is pregnant,” Ruth added.
“Probably,” he answered. “I never saw her after the battle and they didn’t see fit to keep me updated while I was locked up.”
“That might complicate things,” she commented, staring at him.
“How so?” Cyhan asked.
“Women fight harder when their offspring are endangered,” she replied. “I’m surprised you would forget that. Why do you think Elena broke her bond?”
“Have you ever given any thought to having your own children?” Cyhan asked suddenly. Even he wasn’t sure where the question had come from.
Ruth’s eyes widened in the darkness, “Is that your way of proposing to me?”
He tightened his jaw, “If it were… what would your answer be?”
She relaxed. “I don’t know. Perhaps if you were younger it would be easier to answer that question,” she said teasingly.
His hand tensed painfully on her arm for a moment before he relaxed his grip and looked away. “You need a new job,” he said finally.
Ruth laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, draping herself almost casually over him. It was a gesture both sensual and warm in equal measure. “Are you worried about me or the countess?”
He gritted his teeth. “Both,” he said at last. “They’re good people.”
“All they have to do is keep his majesty happy and no one will need to shed any tears,” she replied. “Are you having doubts about your oath?”
“I’m tired of blood. Maybe we should retire,” he replied, avoiding the question.
Her face was behind his line of sight so he never saw the expression of pain that crossed her face. When she spoke her voice was playful, “People like us don’t retire zaihar, and we die the same way we have lived.”
“Stop calling me that, I’m not your teacher anymore.”
“My! Aren’t you testy this evening? I’m starting to think you’re worried about me,” she said.
“If by some chance you encounter Mordecai during your mission… don’t fight him,” he answered, ignoring her remarks.
“You have so little faith in me now?” she said.
Cyhan frowned. “He’s too dangerous, especially if he thinks his family is in danger, and if anyone is going to slip a blade between his ribs it should be me. I owe him at least that much.”
Ruth kissed him along his jaw and ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so melancholy, or so poetic. They really got to you didn’t they?”
He shook his head slightly, “No, I’ve just been re-thinking some things lately.”
“Don’t think so hard,” she answered, running her hands lightly down his stomach. “I take that back…,” she said throatily in his ear. “Think as hard as you like.”
“Shouldn’t you be resting before tomorrow,” Cyhan replied.
Ruth laughed, “I can rest when I’m dead.” Holding him she traced her hand across his chest till it found the iron pendant resting there. The enchanted pendant Mordecai had made for him to protect his mind. “What’s this?” she asked.
“Something you need,” he replied, reaching up to untie the thong around his neck. “It prevents magic or other influences from affecting your mind. If you had been wearing it the other day you wouldn’t have taken your sudden nap.” Turning he put it on her.
“Where did you get such a thing?”
“Mordecai made it for me,” he said with a chuckle. “I think you’ll be far more likely to need it in the coming days than I will.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “He gave this to the man who tried to kill him?”
Cyhan shook his head. “He made one for everyone in his town, to protect them from the shiggreth. He gave it to me before breaking his bond, before I tried to kill him.”
“And he let you keep it?”
“You would have to know him for a while to understand,” he replied, his eyes were staring into the distance now.
“He must be a fool,” she said.
Cyhan’s attention returned from the recesses of his mind and he began kissing her once more, easing her gently back onto the pillows. “Maybe,” he murmured softly to himself. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
Chapter 13
The days passed quickly, probably because I worked myself harder than ever. I wanted to make sure the second set of armor was finished before I left for the capital. The recent scare and the ensuing paranoia had made
