Chapter 85
John tried not to be too quiet at dinner, but knew he was doing a bad job. His head felt full and achy from the dust, and he kept fighting back sneezes.
Another big one would get his nose started. He didn’t want to deal with that at the dinner table. He had pills for it, but they made him too loopy to think before knocking him out.
His eyes kept following Branwen’s wrist as she ate and drank, watching for the redness to turn to bruising. He watched the same way her eyes had been following the box full of stones.
Despite his worsening headache, John had to remember to be careful how he hid those. He’d taken them to Hugh while Branwen was getting ready for dinner, but they’d have to move the box later. She was too interested in it, and he was afraid she’d try something without
