Two sharp raps on the door and he's there looking in as I cross the kitchen at the same time. The instant relief washes over his face and changes my own relief to guilt.
I open the door. Just coming back.
You've been drinking?
She had a taste of my drink. Care for one? Caleb is right behind me.
I'm good.
I bet you are, since our girl is intact. Not for lack of trying. Now I know how Jacob must have felt trying to find a way in.
My heart breaks and blooms painfully, suddenly and Loch grabs my hand, pulling me out the door. That's enough, Diabhal, he says under his breath and we're gone. Caleb doesn't say anything else. There are no fists thrown. No brawls down the stairs. Just quiet. Quiet and black.
