Page 153 of Moon Craving

"You mean my discovery that you have been lying to me since the moment we

met?"

"I never told you I could hear."

"You never told me you couldn't."

"No, I didn't."

"Why?"

"I would prefer to discuss this in private." Once again, she let her eyes skim the

passed-out warriors around them. "Enough of this drama has been played out in the great

hall for your soldiers to enjoy."

"I see no need to discuss this at all."

She crossed her arms. "I have a right to know what my future holds." She'd spent

most of last night thinking and had come to several conclusions. The most important

being, if she could convince Talorc to let her stay, she wanted to remain a Sinclair.

She knew it would not be easy, but nothing in her life had been since the fever that

had nearly killed her as a child.

She had also decided she would not hide from the truth, whatever it might be. So,

her husband would talk to her. And that was that.

Talorc did not reply, but he got up from the table, said something to Barr she could

not see and headed up the stairs. Abigail followed, unaccountably disheartened by the

fact that he had not insisted on her taking his arm for the ascent.

She'd taken two steps when he stopped and spun around, stomping back to her

and grabbing her hand. "I'm probably less steady than you." But he did not let her hand

go.

"I do not know where you get this idea that I am clumsy," she said to his back.

If he replied, Talorc did not bother to turn his head so she could see it.

When they reached their bedchamber, Guaire had left. Relief was quickly replaced

by disappointment as Talorc released her hand and stepped away. His body jerked when

he spied the pallet the soldier had slept on. Talorc glared at Abigail.

"Don't look at me like that is my fault." She waved her hand at the makeshift bed.

"You are the one that ordered him to stay with me. When you did not come to our