Chapter Eleven
The soldier was gone before Shadow could answer. The food she’d swallowed felt like rocks in her stomach. Shadow glared after the soldier. “Great,” she muttered. She sighed, worried about why Carson might want to see her as she stared at her food. Eat with the worry of what Carson would say hanging over her? Not likely. She rose to her feet.
“Don’t go wasting that,” the cook snapped.
Shadow looked over at him. “I’ve got to see the Captain.”
“Eat first,” the cook ordered.
“I can’t.”
The cook scowled at her. “Bring it over here. I’ll put your bowl near the fire to keep it warm. You might be hungry after you’ve seen him.” When Shadow was about to head to the tent, he said, “His bark is far worse than his bite. He’s a fair man.”
“What if he has no reason to be fair?” Shad
