Trusted~
Nigel Willoughby
Silveroak Hall, Jorendon
Nigel burst into the kitchen. The door slammed against the wall, and Rafe backed away from a fire he’d stoked in the short time since Nigel’s unceremonious return to Silveroak. The mute giant lifted a keen-edged butcher’s knife from its hook on the wall.
“Tea, my lord?”
Rafe thought him the question and slapped a slab of bacon down on the countertop, keeping his eyes on Nigel as he sawed off a thick slice.
“No,” Nigel replied. “I will breakfast with Lucinda.”
“She isn’t back yet.”
Nigel calculated whether to admit ignorance.
“Back? She’s out in the night?”
Rafe nodded and sawed another thick slice of bacon with the sharp blade.
“Had me saddle a horse. Left around midnight.”
“Did she say where she was going?”
Rafe stilled the k
