It was a very long road to the castle. Fay had never walked the whole path with such urgency and she never wanted to walk it again. Especially not with lingering echoes of the dead dancing.
Gilbert left Persa at her house then walked Fay part-way to the castle. He would not go past the common, however. “I have to face the town council,” he pointed out. “You only have to face Bellezour Anma. I will meet up with you afterwards.”
Only. And no kiss. But she was almost too tired to care. It was a one-sided romance in any case. She should give up. That was the closest she could come to caring.
By this time even Fay’s legs were too tired to drag. The lack of sleep, the long walk, and the constant tension had all caught up with her. It was quite likely that Gilbert had given her a concerned loo
