Silva felt like fainting. She barely heard what Scoas said: “It’s a very nice pelt, too; we simply love it.”
“There’s a secret to get the best pelts, Scoas my man,” Kaz said, winking at the farmer. “Would you like to know it?”
“Excuse me,” Silva said, brushing past Kaz and heading for the door. She knew the secret for the best pelts and if she heard Kaz tell them exactly how he’d tortured the young wolf whose head hung in the bathroom, she might kill him right there in the tavern.
“Cait, where are you going?” Brinna’s voice forced Silva to stop and turn, to give them an answer that wouldn’t worry them.
“I’m feeling a bit lightheaded; I think it’s too stuffy in here. I’m going outside for some air.” She moved her lips into what she hoped was a smile.
Kaz’s look at her was concern and…u
