*Ines*
I feel a shudder race through him. “I'm sorry to have placed you in danger”.
"I feared he was going to kill me”. I rasp.
“I'd have never let that happen”. The absolute conviction with which he speaks is a soothing balm. Besides, how can I doubt it when I have witnessed how deadly he can be ?
“You ... you had a sword”.
“It is inside a walking stick, attached to the underside of the table… for occasions like this”.
And a knife. I can feel it digging into my side, no doubt now housed in a scabbard hidden beneath his shirt.
At the sound of footsteps, he turns slightly without relinquishing his hold on me. "Nick, are you hurt ?"
"No. You ?"
"No".
“Good”. He tips his head slightly. “Ines, not the most favorable circumstance upon which to see you again. How did you com
