The idea that bloomed full force after Torht’s comment chased Thomas through the rest of the afternoon. Even though it held danger for him, he couldn’t let it go. But as his conviction grew that he should try it, the reasons for not doing it multiplied as well.
Odda couldn’t read his mind through the Bond, but he could sense his emotions. The boy became more of a constant shadow than usual, the turmoil that churned through Thomas causing him to seek reassurance from his Master.
Thomas tripped on him twice while they helped Torht in the workshop. The second time, he barked at Odda to get out of the way. The boy cringed away, and remorse flooded through him. “Sorry,” he muttered, exasperated with himself and Odda in equal measure.
Torht put down the antler he was carving. “Master Thomas,
