Chapter 9

“That’s all it took.” Bron scowled and glanced down at Drake. “Gahak!He doesn’t know does he?”

“No. No time.”

Drake’s voice sounded so weak that Shaw shuffled anxiously from foot to foot, wanting to do more than just stand around.

“I’ll get the water.” It was the only practical thing Shaw could think of to help.

“I’ll come with you.” Bron laid a hand on Drake’s brow and Shaw’s stomach knotted tightly at the smile Drake managed to give Bron. “Rest. Leave everything in our hands.” Bron’s tone was softer, and Shaw’s heart sank. There was no way he could compete with a man like Bron.

“This way.” Shaw led the way to the kitchen, switched on the kettle, and got a couple of bottles from the fridge.

“Thanks. I’m very proud of my brother, but he took a hard beating. Coldin had best pray to whatever deity he favors I don’t get my hands on him.”

“Brother?” Shaw stopped and stared at Bron whose lips curved in a devilish smile.