The unrelenting bastard had just entered the very lakeside tavern where Grey had reposed during the day—and the one he was departing from by ferry as soon as darkness fell.Grey had already determined his means of a swift exit and slipped toward the side door, but he hesitated in the shadows to get a closer look at his pursuer.Ethan MacCarrick. Ah, the fiend that fiends feared.That made Grey want to chuckle.Ethan’s eyes were intent, surveying the scene for threats. His face was set in a scowl, his scar bone white. Grey had always hankered to know who’d dealt Ethan that blow, but Hugh wouldn’t speak of the subject and resented being asked about it. Yet Grey knew that whoever had done the job had had skill—Ethan’s scar whitened with any expression—and he had done it when Ethan was still a young man.Backing to a wall, Ethan continued searching the crowd, no doubt for drunken patrons who looked like regulars. Grey knew that they were the gatekeepers—the ones with all the information—because drunks could be remarkably perceptive, and no one was guarded enough around them.Under Ethan’s watchful glare, a patron suddenly bolted toward the door.
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