CHAPTER 7
Like most nights, the Duma Inn hummed with voices. The patrons gathered around in huddled groups, clutching tankards of beer, while laughter carried on the air. But as Kaspian entered, the voices hushed and all eyes turned toward him. These weren’t the same sort of hostile gazes he’d experienced the last time he’d made his way here, but it wasn’t exactly welcoming either.
If Mama knew he was here, she would surely scold him; lords didn’t come amongst their people and mingle like this, or so she said. But despite his and Stefan’s best efforts to tease out information about who was spreading the rumors through the village, they’d come up with nothing but dead ends. Rumors lived and breathed where people gathered, and other than the manor house, no place anywhere near here held mo
