TWENTY-TWO
The wind started to whistle and moan around the tower, throwing snowflakes so hard they sounded like rain. Bernard stoked the fire and stirred the stew, trying not to worry about Ursula. It had been hours since she'd left, promising to return with turnips, but something must have happened to make her forget.
Had Gosse returned, and attacked her?
Bernard's blood ran cold at the thought. He'd only known the girl for two days and she'd tried to kill him the moment they met, but he would never have wished such a fate upon her. The panic in her eyes as she fought for her life, pushing him down the stairs, he understood all too well. In her place, he would have done the same. In fact, in her place, he probably would have stabbed him last night, just to be safe, but she had not do
