Chapter 6
A Fortnight Later
“Please rethink this,” Eleanor begged Warin.
His sister had been saying much the same since Warin had paid her captor the ransom. They had been staying in a small abandoned cottage not far from the village of Lowith for the last few days. Warin had given instructions to Jonas to find some place in the area and as usual the man had not disappointed.
Warin grasped her hands. “‘Twill be all right, I promise.”
His sister, though they only shared the same mother, bore a striking resemblance to Warin. She had the same dark coloring.
“I do not wish to see you rescue me only to have yourself captured.” Tears pricked her dark eyes. “Or worse.”
“Naught will happen.”
“Surely this…this Benedict is not worth all this.”
Warin smiled. “He is. To me, he is.”
“What if
