Chapter Six
Confession
“You"ve been watching me ever since we left Alta ,” muttered.
“I"m always watching you. Care to be more specific?”
studied him as he strode over to the bureau where a pile of towels had been dropped off. The big copper tub they would use that evening to bathe in sat on the far side of the room. All they needed was for the hot water to arrive.
He removed his weapons belt and draped it over the short bedpost, then drew his tunic over his head. In the combined light of the lanterns and the glow from the fireplace, the ugly scars on his back stood out in stark contrast. Mute reminders of the torture inflicted on him by the Bloods after they"d razed and taken him hostage.
He gave her a hooded look at where she was perched on a small stool by the fire"s warmth. “I
