“I’m here to see Brett. Is she here?” Maybe he should have snuck into this house too. He pushed past the man, who tried to stay him with a hand on his chest. The man—Brett’s husband, hopefully—was strong. Firian squared himself at him. “I’m Firian Kess. Let me in.”
Frowning, the man stiffened but let his hand drop.
“I’m her brother.”
“I’m her husband. What are you doing here?” His eyes were fully open now, wary, as though Firian might strike at any moment. Something protective flashed in his intense gaze.
A child started to cry in the dark recesses of the little house.
Gaius. Firian remembered the man’s name now. Brett had told him her husband’s name once. He had fought in the Torithian War. Where, Firian couldn’t remember. Now that the Tanyu were public enemies of the Western Kingdom
