Chapter Fourteen
Audrey stared at the Fae who was covered in blood, had torn clothes and damaged armour and poorly mended wounds. Her black hair was plaited back from her narrow face, numerous strands having come loose to fall around her face and shoulders. “She needs a doctor.”
Betsan struggled to rise. “It was a slaughter. They knew we were coming and exactly how many we’d be.”
Merrick rested a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t get up. Do you know who it was?”
Betsan looked up at him, not answering immediately. “It was Tanwen’s brother-in-law.”
“Are you sure?” When Betsan nodded, Merrick said, “It was Gower.”
Again Betsan nodded.
“She needs medical help.” Audrey took several steps forward. “Merrick. You have to call a doctor for her.”
Merrick rose to his feet, beckoning the Fae forwar
