“You are quiet,” Eurydice said when they had traveled a goodly distance in silence. She had never known Sebastian to be content with the company of his own thoughts, but he had not spoken since they left the inn. “Are you vexed with me?”
“I am considering the potential risk to my person resulting from this match,” he said, then granted her a grim look. “Armstrong means to challenge me to a duel if I am found to have any involvement in your disappearance from Airdfinnan.”
“I suppose we should have anticipated as much,” she said, wondering at his concern.
“For one who is not yet wed, you are quick to embrace the prospect of widowhood.”
Eurydice laughed, thinking he made a jest, but he did not even smile. She frowned then. “Surely you do not think he will catch us?”
“I cannot see how he
