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“What? Why would he take her? He wants you not Arabel!” There was somethin’ Bram wasna tellin’ me. Oh, sure he told me all about him and Ogilhinn and how they met and such, but there was somethin’ more to it than just that.
I didna tell ye everythin’ about Ogilhinn. His eyes became flat and unreadable as stone. What I’m about to hear wasna goin’ to be good. I hate secrets. They bring nothin’ but trouble.
“Just lookin’ at ye, I can tell it’s not going to be good. Aye?”
Aye.
“I’ll stand here and listen, but ye know ye’ll have to say more than four words.” I had all I could take from life and yet, here comes another fine tale that’ll make me wish for somethin’ better to come along if that is ever possible.
Before he began, his eyes clung to mine, waitin’ to analyze my reaction when h
