Chapter Twenty-Three
Letty held the bay at a slow pace. She wanted Reid to concentrate on what she’d said, not on his horse. At the folly, she dismounted. Lucas and Tom’s horses were standing hipshot and half-asleep.
She glanced at Reid. He was looking particularly grim. What was he thinking behind that shuttered expression?
“You never saw the secret passage, did you? It starts down here.” Letty crossed to one of the crumbling stone buttresses. “See? This is actually a door.” She leaned her weight against a block of stone. It pivoted, exposing a steep, narrow staircase. She looked back at Reid. “Come on. We don’t need a lamp.”
For a moment it seemed that Reid would refuse, and then his mouth tightened and he crossed to the doorway, ducked his head, and entered. His glance as he passed
