Page 100 of Unkindness of Crimson Ravens
“Don’t you think it's a little late for a run?” Francis' low voice swept through the darkness behind me.
My eyes closed as my grip on the handle tightened.Damnation.
“Cordelia,” he whispered, taking a step towards me. “Whatever you are thinking—stop.”
“I am not going anywhere,” I shook my head as I faced him. “I just would like some air.”
“Why, don’t offend me by lying. I am no fool. I saw the paper he slipped into your hand.” His voice dropped a few octaves as he reached for my shoulder.
Of course he’d seen it.
“What does he want?” Francis persisted.
My lips turned into a thin line as I stared into his eyes.
“Cordelia!” Francis hissed when I didn’t reply. “What does he want?”
“To talk,” I hissed back, jerking my shoulder from his grasp. “He just wants to talk.” I reached for the door as Francis’ hand blocked my path. “Let me go, Francis.” I glared into his glowing eyes.
“Not a chance in hell,” Francis scoffed. “You are not going anywhere where that man is involved. He should be grateful I did not slaughter him at the meeting.”
“I have to!” I tried to push Francis out the way. “For Sandra’s sake, I have to go.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Francis caught my hands on his chest; his fingers wrapped around my wrists, holding them hostage. “These are the royal grounds, Cordelia. It’s a trap, and you know it,” he whispered. “Cease letting your heart rule you.”
My hands turned into fists as I fought his firm grasp. “I am not a fool either, and I am not a child who needs protection!” I seethed through clenched teeth.
“I never said you were,” Francis sighed, closing his eyes. “I know it’s hard to think rationally when the ones we love are involved,” he added softly. “At least let me help.”
“He told me to come alone,” I shook my head. “I can do this,” my words were barely a whisper.
“Of course you can.” A sad smile made its way onto Francis’ face as he cupped my cheeks. “But I am coming with you.” He reached for the dagger on the small stool in the corner.
“No! I must—”
“We either go together,” Francis interrupted; his voice was as rough as briar. “Or I will chain you to myself until we leave, it is your choice.”
“Francis!” Disbelief washed over me.
“Which one is it, Princess?” He crooked his head, studying me. “I will not intervene unless absolutely necessary,” Francis promised. “You won’t even remember I am there.”
“I highly doubt that,” I rolled my eyes.
“Well?” His eyebrows shot up.
“Fine!” I bit out. “We can go together if you promise not to intervene,” I demanded, though no part of me believed he would act upon his promise.
“Splendid.” A smirk spread across Francis’ face as he pushed the door open. “Let’s be on our way then.”
The snow reflected the moonlight, crunching under our steps as we walked toward our horses.
“Where does the bastard want to meet you?” Francis asked me quietly, not letting go of my hand for even a moment.
“Outside of the Royal cemetery,” I replied.
The snowflakes fell onto my eyelashes as my unresting heart beat a little slower.
“Odd location for talking, don’t you think?” Francis mocked me. “Such a lovely conversation it must be.”
