“Lochlan, if you’re ready.” Garratt hugged Maurenn again before walking to the front door.
More than ready. Lochlan wanted to say it aloud, but prudence made him hold his tongue. “Thank you for a good meal, Master Daegal and Mistress Honora. I hope to see you again the next time I’m in the city.”
“It would be our pleasure,” Daegal replied, although his sour look belied his words.
“I’ll kill them,” Garratt spat out as soon as he and Lochlan were on the road outside the house.
“I think that might be a bit extreme,” Lochlan countered with a brief smile. “It would be better if we took her with us when we leave in the morning. Your inviting her to join us for breakfast was an inspired move which will help us spirit her away.”
“If we can do it without them knowing until it’s too late.”
“We
