CHAPTER 14
Rhys shivered in the dark and dreaded the time when he was likely to lose what clothing they’d left him, after stripping him of his coat, shoes, and the contents of all his pockets.
He envied his young sister Rhian who’d recently shown him how she kept a little three-inch knife tucked in under the root of her braid for emergencies. He’d thought her recent habit of carrying knives a silly sort of youthful enthusiasm, but now that they’d taken all of his, he’d wished he’d found more creative ways to hide one himself. He’d tell her so, when he saw her again, and make her smile.
If he saw her again. He knew it was unlikely. This was the man who’d murdered their parents.
They must be dead. Madog would never have had the patience to keep them alive all this time. Had they been in
