Her anger over his rash actions slowly dissipated when she noticed he was trembling. She knew it would have been the cold that was making him shiver, but the one called Quivern was as steady as a rock.
�Shyra�?� he hesitated, she still hadn�t told the young man her name.
�Shyra will do just fine.� She was sure that if she had had a last name she would have given it to him.
Darien chimed in from behind him. �Shyra bad news. Ambassador Welfen is here from the King�s court. The guards have been tripled for his protection. I don�t know what to do. We cant stay down��
Quivern didn�t see her move. He practically jumped when he looked over his shoulder and found her holding Darien�s mouth closed with one delicate hand. Her eyes drew his to them naturally and he studied the long black lashes that fringed them. With a quick flick of her pupils she motioned towards the hallway they had come down.
Someone was coming.
�We�ve given you away.� Bjover didn�t make any attempt to hide his voice. �You all must flee.� Somehow his haunting voice didn�t offend the silence. It blended with it in a queer sort of harmony.
�Flee?� this was his castle. Why should he flee?
The shyra released Darien�s jaw and grabbed hold of one of his shirt sleeves. Quivern tried to ignore the beat his heart skipped when she took his hand. �No time for questions. We don�t know who is coming. We can�t take any risks. Move.� Although whispered, the command in the last word was unmistakable.
