As she trudged behind Godric and Ashton, Emily slipped it into her hair. She plucked it from the hidden pocket of her skirts and gathered her hair back into a loose bun, and then slid the comb’s teeth in to secure it.
Godric walked ahead of her. The length of rope tightened between them before she could catch up and the rope jerked her forward. He spun around as the rope tugged, just in time to catch her stumbling into his arms.
He pulled her up against him with ease, saving her from a nasty fall.
“What were you up to, little vixen? Escape again?”
“And give you a reason to chase me? Not a chance.” She hoped he’d notice the comb, but wasn’t going to point it out to him. She didn’t need to inflate his oversized sense of self further.
Ashton walked past the pair of them. “That is a lovel
