He stood and blew out the candle before ascending the steps once again. William sat at the wooden table, waiting for him, unable to sleep. Evan knew then they both could easily use some time away. He smiled, reclaiming his roguish demeanor once more.
William’s gaze narrowed. “Crist,”he muttered. “Now what?”
“Cardiff.”
William’s eyebrows furrowed with apprehension. “What’s in Cardiff?”
Evan shrugged. “We haven’t been there since our parents died.”
“Fine,” William conceded with a sigh. “But only for a few days. I don’t want to stay there long enough for you to find the wrong end of a hangman’s rope.”
* * * *
In the darkness of the night, in a small room of Merydd Keep, the youngest son of the castle’s lord awoke with a start.