Chapter Eight
Arwyn’s words brought silence and Trinity once again found herself with her mouth hanging open and lost for words. For a split second she thought of the magic she’d probably never have before her gaze was drawn to Kinnon. “You’ll die?” There was an unnaturally high note to her tone.
“No one will die.”
She took a step back at Kinnon’s fierce words, drawing her hand from his, hearing a hint of Darak in them. “But it’s draining your magic and then you’ll-”
Kinnon captured her hand again. “No one will die. I will not allow it.”
“You must go,” Arwyn urged. “The time draws near for Tarrant to bring my daily meal.”
“And your daily beating?” Darak demanded.
“He must keep up appearances. Every day one of his men questions me on the location of your mother’s body. Although there
