“You think she’ll be fine?”
Ravie turned away from fussing over his master to the man who’d helped him move Hans to the bed. He had not moved from Hans’ side since Ravie had told him to stay. He looked so comfortable standing there as if he’d found his calling in life.
“What?”
“The princess? Will she be alright?” he asked again his eyes shifting to Hans’ prone body. What was he getting at asking such questions? Ravie frowned.
“What do you know of the princess?” Ravie stilled watching him.
“Nothing,” he said looking away quickly. Silence reigned after his responds. Ravie didn’t know what to make of him. Maybe he should return him to the cell he’d taken him from. That would have been ideal, but he needed someone to watch over his master since he had an errand to run. Liam had discre
