Tawny’s eyes flew open. “Oh, my gods.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “But the shields have lifted—”
“They were stopped, but a lot…a lot of guards died tonight.” I peeled myself away from the door as I unbuttoned my cloak with chilled fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I went to the fireplace and stood there for several minutes, allowing the warmth to beat back some of the coldness. “There were just so many of them that they basically swarmed the front line. If there’d been more…”
“They would’ve breached the wall?”
“It’s more than possible.” Stepping away from the fire, I unhooked the cloak, letting it fall in a messy puddle. I slipped off the bow, carefully placing it in the chest before I closed the lid. “They sent out the horsemen, but at least two Craven had already made it to the top of the Rise by then. If they wait like that again, it could be too late. But I don’t think…I don’t imagine they expected them to be able to do that.”
Tawny sat down on the edge of the bed. “Did you…kill any of them?”
Toeing off my slippers, I looked over at her. “Of course.”
“Good.” Her gaze drifted to the window, to where the torches now burned brightly in the darkness. “There’ll be a lot of black flags raised tomorrow.”
There would be. Each house that had lost a son, a father, a husband, or friend would raise the flag in memoriam. Commander Jansen would visit each and every one of them over the next day or so. Many pyres would be lit.
And I feared that some of those who’d bravely faced down the Craven tonight would return to their homes or the dorms, bitten. It happened every time after an attack.
I plopped down on the bed, catching the scent of burnt wood in my hair. Before I could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it.” Tawny rose, and I didn’t stop her, figuring it was Vikter or another Royal Guard checking on us. As she made her way over, I gripped the edge of my braid, quickly unraveling it as I heard Tawny open the door and say, “The Maiden is sleeping—”
“Doubtful.”
Heart slamming against my ribs, I jumped up from the bed and spun around just as Hawke came through the door. My mouth dropped open, mirroring Tawny’s expression.
Hawke kicked the door shut behind him. “It’s time for that talk, Princess.”
Chapter 17
The blood had been wiped from Hawke’s face, and his dark hair was damp, curling against his temples and forehead. His broadsword was absent, but the two shorter swords were still attached to his waist. Standing in my chambers with his booted feet braced shoulder-width apart, and the curve of his jaw hard, Hawke reminded me so very much of Theon, the god of Accord and War.
He appeared no less dangerous than he had on the Rise.
And it was clear by the fiery burn of his amber gaze that he wasn’t here to make peace.
He glanced over to where Tawny stood, struck as silent and still as I was. “Your services are no longer needed this evening.”
Tawny’s mouth dropped open.
Snapping out of my stupor, I had a very different reaction. “You don’t have the authority to dismiss her!”
“I don’t?” He raised a dark brow. “As your personal Royal Guard, I have the authority to remove any threats”
“Threats?” Tawny frowned. “I’m not a threat.”
“You pose the threat of making up excuses or lying on behalf of Penellaphe. Just like you said she was asleep when I know for a fact that she was on the Rise,” he countered, and Tawny snapped her mouth shut.
She turned to me. “I have a feeling I’m missing an important piece of information.”
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” I explained. “And it wasn’t that important.”
Tawny lifted her brows.
Beside her, Hawke snorted. “I’m sure it was one of the most important things to have happened to you in a long time.”
My eyes narrowed. “You have an over-inflated sense of involvement in my life if you really think that.”
“I think I have a good grasp on just how much of a role I play in your life.”
“Doubtful,” I parroted back.
“I do wonder if you actually believe half the lies you tell.”
Tawny’s gaze snapped back and forth between us.
“I am not lying, thank you very much.”
He smiled, showing off the dimple in his right cheek. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that!” I stomped my foot.
Hawke lifted an eyebrow. “Did that make you feel good?”
“Yes! Because the only other option is to kick you.”
“So violent,” he chuckled.
Oh, my gods.
My hands curled into fists. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“I’m your personal guard,” he replied. “I can be wherever I feel I am needed to keep you safe.”
“And what do you think you need to protect me from in here?” I demanded, looking around. “An unruly bedpost I might stub my toe on? Oh, wait, are you worried I might faint? I know how good you are at handling such emergencies.”
“You do look a little pale,” he replied. “My ability to catch frail, delicate females may come in handy.”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“But as far as I can determine, other than a random abduction attempt, you, Princess, are the greatest threat to yourself.”
“Well…” Tawny drew the word out, and when I shot her a look that should’ve sent her running from the room, she shrugged. “He kind of has a point there.”
“You’re absolutely no help.”
“Penellaphe and I do need to speak,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “I can assure you that she is safe with me, and I’m sure that whatever I’m about to discuss with her, she’ll tell you all about it later.”
Tawny crossed her arms. “Yes, she will, but that’s not nearly as entertaining as witnessing it.”
I sighed. “It’s okay, Tawny. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She stared at me. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I confirmed. “I have a feeling that if you don’t leave, he’s just going to stand there and drain precious air from my room—”
“While looking exceptionally handsome,” he added. “You forgot to add that.”
A short, light giggle left Tawny.
I ignored the comment. “And I would like to get some rest before the sun rises.”
Tawny exhaled loudly. “Fine.” She glanced over at Hawke. “Princess.”
“Oh, my gods,” I muttered, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes.
Hawke watched Tawny, waiting until she had slipped through the adjoining door before saying, “I like her.”
“Good to know,” I said. “What is it you wish to talk about that couldn’t wait until the morning?”
His gaze slid back to me. “You have beautiful hair.”
I blinked. My hair was unbound, and without seeing it, I knew it was a mess of crimped waves. I resisted the urge to touch it. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
“Not exactly.” Then his gaze dipped and roamed slowly, starting at my shoulders, moving all the way down to the tips of my toes. His stare was heavy, almost like a touch, and a flush followed in its wake.
It was at that exact moment I remembered that not only was my face uncovered, but I was also wearing only a thin sleeping gown. I knew that with the light of the fire and the oil lamps behind me, very little of the shape of my body was hidden from Hawke. The flush deepened, became headier. I started for the robe lying at the foot of the bed.
Hawke’s lips twisted into a knowing half-smile that sent a bolt of irritation streaking through me.
I stopped, meeting his gaze and holding it. Hawke might not have seen all the shadowy areas visible beneath the flimsy white gown, but he’d done more than just feel a few of them with his hands. There was a tiny part of me that thought about moving my hair to cover the left side of my face, but he’d seen the scars already, and I wasn’t ashamed of them. I utterly refused to allow what the Duke had said about Hawke saying that I was beautiful to have any impact on me. Hiding my face or covering myself was rather pointless, but more importantly, I swore I saw a challenge in his gaze. As if he expected me to do both things.
I would not.
A long, tense moment passed. “Was that all you were wearing under the cloak?”
“That’s none of your concern,” I told him as I held my arms to my sides.
Something flickered across his face, reminding me of the look Vikter often gave me when I bested him, but it was gone too quickly for me to be sure. “Feels like it should be,” he said.
The rasp of his voice caused a wave of goosebumps to break out over my skin. “That sounds like your problem, not mine.”
He stared at me with that strange expression again. The one that made me think he was caught between amusement and curiosity. “You’re…you’re nothing like I expected.”
The way he said that sounded so genuine that some of my irritation eased. “Was it my skill with an arrow or the blade? Or was it the fact that I took you to the ground?”
“Barely took me to the ground,” he corrected. His chin dipped, and his lashes lowered, shielding his odd eyes. “All of those things. But you forgot to add in the Red Pearl. I never expected to find the Maiden there.”