Page 128 of Silverbow
He laced his fingers through hers as her voice trailed off and squeezed. “I know, En.”
“You do?”
“I assumed as much. They went after him the hardest. He led them away to buy you time.”
Enya wiped another tear away with her free hand. “I was so afraid, Liam. She showed me nothing of you. Only the alley and the knife. I was so afraid you were gone too.”
“Not getting rid of me that easily,” he said, flicking her nose, but he was sifting through what she had said and what she had not. “Why the soldier’s outpost?”
She shrugged. “Sends a message, don’t you think?”
Liam sucked a breath through his teeth. “I suppose, but surely sending a pigeon is a less treasonous way to send a message.”
“I’m already wanted.”
He nodded in concession at that. “Why Misthol? Unless you intend to torch Haarstrond Keep?”
Her brow quirked at that, and Liam had the sinking feeling she was actually considering what he just said. Enya did not need his help to sow bad ideas, the light knew she could cultivate enough on her own. She always had been the one to getthem in the most trouble and she had the keenest knack for making sure the brunt of it fell squarely on his shoulders.
She pushed a too dark strand of hair behind an ear, but she shook her head. “There is something I need to do in the city.”
He waited.
And waited.
“Are you going to tell me, or should I just start guessing crimes punishable by death?”
She smiled at him and bit her lower lip.
“Arson?”
No response.
“Murder?”
Nothing.
“Theft?”
The faintest flare of her nostrils told him it was indeed theft and he sighed. “What are we stealing, En? The crown jewels?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. “Something like that.”
Liam’s mouth had suddenly gone very, very dry. “Is it…dangerous?”
She nodded, toying again with the blanket rather than meeting his eyes.
“Then perhaps-”
“My breathing is dangerous, Liam. Don’t try and talk me out of it.”
He knew that stubborn set to her jaw and that squaring of her shoulders. He’d seen it a thousand times. He squeezed her hand.
“I was going to say, perhaps we need a plan.”
A broad smile split her face and set his pulse racing as she beamed at him once again. “You’ll help me?”
“Why do you think I came after you?”
