“I still say that one of us should have gone with them.”
I barely suppressed a grimace at the words I’d heard far too often over the course of the past three days. I guess letting Seamus so far out of her sight wasn’t sitting well with Leinth at all. Truth be known, I wasn’t entirely happy about Thom’s absence, either, but at least I was keeping that to myself for the most part. Neve looked at me sideways and I shook my head. It wasn’t worth another comment on the matter.
Carolyn glanced up from the pair of jeans she’d been patching, a faint frown creasing her forehead as she looked at Leinth. “You act like you don’t trust them.”
“Of course I trust them,” Leinth said with a hint of faint indignance to her voice. “It’s the rest of the world that I don’t trust.”
Neve sighed. “They’ve got a pair of werewolves trailing them and several members of the Hunt have assured me that if my brother’s in danger, they’ll know and they’ll be there as fast as their mounts can carry them.”
Leinth glanced at me. “It’s the distance they’d have to travel that concerns me in that scenario.”
“Enough,” I muttered, closing the book I’d been trying to read with a loud snap. “The fact of the matter is, none of us did go with them and we’re still here and they’re out there and I’m sure they’re fine. They’re not stupid men and they won’t take unnecessary risks.”
“No, only necessary ones,” Neve murmured. I glared at her, but my heart wasn’t in it. She shot me a wry smile and all I could do was sigh in response.
“They’ll be fine,” I repeated, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
Maybe if I said it enough to them, I’d finally begin to believe it myself.
