Chapter Thirteen
“Maybe you hit your head yesterday during training? Or while out hunting?”
Arthur tried and failed to hide his smile at Morgan’s latest query. For the past quarter of an hour, she’d tried to explain away his sudden interest in her. She’d considered he’d eaten mushrooms and was hallucinating. She’d outright asked if he was on human drugs. Or just plain drunk.
Arthur wasn’t seeing or hearing things that weren’t there. Neither had he taken any medication; prescribed, illegal, or magical. He had all of his senses and wits about him as he walked with Morgan’s hand tucked into the crook of his arm.
Each time she presented a new theory, she squeezed his bicep with excitement. She’d tilt her face up, blue eyes blazing bright as a bulb lit with an idea. That shine dimmed the in
