CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kate had never sailed before, and she should have been enraptured with the excitement of the new experience. She should have spent her time running to all corners of the transport ship, from the lowest bilges to the top of the crows’ nest. She should have at least been able to spend the journey over with Will, finding a quiet space somewhere to be together.
Instead, she spent the journey to Carrick consumed with a mixture of dread and guilt.
The dread came from the tension that was running through all the men on the ship. In such a confined space, Kate’s power could reach out almost at random and find a dozen men worrying about the tales of Carrick’s impregnability, or the stories of the Master of Crows’ talent for war. Even Lord Cranston seemed to be filled with it, hi
