Normally it would have helped them fall asleep, but not on this night.
This night it was different.
Malverez had never been so close to what could only be described as a mutiny before. For a decade he had controlled his followers and they had obeyed his every order because they knew that his was a brain that calculated everything methodically and without any hint of emotion.
He had made them a fortune but this night there was something the bandits valued far more than the wooden chests filled with gold and silver coins.
The bandit leader had been lying beside the silent Rosie Smith for hours and yet he had done nothing.
The eyes of the five other bandits had not closed since he had made his dramatic announcement. The lighted torches illuminated every one of the cold eyes that were trained on him.
The bandits were waiting. Waiting for their chance.
They wanted her and Malverez had not dared to take his own selfish pleasures for fear of turning his back on the men whom he knew were quite as ruthless as he was himself.
