Chapter 25“Are you all right?” Tommy asked as we helped each other up a staircase that wasn’t as narrow as the one I’d descended earlier. “This way.” He was familiar with the house, and I was willing to let him show me the way. “Roddy?”
I’d been hoping he hadn’t noticed my lack of response to his question. How could he ask that, when I’d as good as assaulted him? I made a noncommittal sound that turned to indignation as we stumbled out into the mist of a rainy morning. Of course it would be raining. The state of the weather seemed nothing short of appropriate.
“We need a mount,” I said.
Tommy gave a huff of laughter. “We need clothes.” He brushed a lock of wet hair out of his eye.
“Well, if worst comes worst, I imagine we can use saddle pads.”
“I suppose you’re right. The stables are
