Again Duncan wondered what had transpired between the two while he’d slept. From the ire brewing in Seathan’s eyes, he’d find out soon enough.“He awoke but moments ago,” Isabel cautioned, “and needs to rest.”Seathan stepped forward, nodded his dismissal. “I will see to his welfare.”“As you wish.” With a nervous glance toward Duncan, she left, closing the door in her wake.Silence echoed between Duncan and Seathan like ice pellets against forged steel.Seathan’s obsidian gaze narrowed on him. “The missive you sent stated you were helping the rebels. You deliberately omitted to both Alexander and me about Symon’s death and your vow to him to save Isabel. Now, I will be knowing why.”Duncan lifted his body up and braced himself on his arms, the movement igniting a pounding in his head. Every inch of him ached and the smallest movement cost him. Already the lure of sleep pulled on his senses. But he’d been lucky.Unlike Symon, he had lived.Before he could speak, the door was shoved open.
