Page 64 of Silverbow
“None of your concern,” he answered flatly.
Irritation flashed in her, but she asked, “Can you hear them all?”
“No.”
Enya stared, waiting for him to say more. He only stared back as if he was made of stone. They sat for so long, she shifted uncomfortably on the bed and finally dropped her eyes to where her belt knife sat abandoned on the table.
“Are you going to give that back?”
He shrugged. “I’ll look after it for now.”
Perhaps she shouldn’t have attempted to snatch the belt knife, but the pang of regret she felt was only for her own loss of it, and not what she’d intended to do with it. “So I’m a prisoner, then?”
He cocked his head again. “I mean to deliver you to Drozia.”
Enya started at the mention of the dwarven capital. “Drozia? I can’t go to Drozia. It’s…warded against my kind.”
The corners of his mouth turned up again. Enya had the distinct feeling the insufferable stone faced man waslaughingat her.
“But it’s not warded against my kind.”
“My father wanted me to go to the Vale.”
“You’ll like Drozia.”
She wondered what would give him that impression, but she had more pressing questions. “So I’m a prisoner until Drozia?”
He sighed. “How you get to Drozia is entirely up to you. You can have the belt knife back when I know you won’t try to stab anyone with it.”
“Fine.”
“Don’t give me a reason to take the bow too.”
Enya swallowed, but she pushed to her feet, making Oryn slide his stool back and cede the space. She swept her coins into her hand and gathered up her lamp oil. “I get it. You’re the hunter, I’m thehunted.”
“There’s one more thing,” he said as she stepped around him to the door and retrieved her cloak. “No more fires.”
Enya regarded him flatly, even as she flinched internally.Light, how do they know about Trout Run?“You don’t tell me what to do.”
“When you travel with my companions, I do.”
“So you’re in charge of this little band then?”
“We vote.”
“And when it’s a tie?” Vote or not, she had no doubt that it was Oryn bloody Brydove’s will that was imposed upon them. When he didn’t answer, she nodded in satisfaction. “Fine, but I want a vote.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “No.”
“Then I don’t know that we have a deal.”
“Are you rejecting my offer of an escort?” He asked, surprise plain in his voice.
“I was doing fine on my own.”
Liar.She strode for the door, unsure exactly where she was going to emerge, but she was too stubborn to ask.
“We’ll be leaving at dawn.”
