Page 54 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Ugh!” Adorra smacked a fist against her thigh.
She prayed he would return soon so she could finally get some answers. Now she was never going to get any more sleep.
Mathar pushed his stallion hard, driving his heels into his stallion’s sides. Clouds of hot breath puffed out of its nostrils as it sought to please its master. Then he pulled up on the reins. He couldn’t run from this, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to face Adorra now that she knew something he’d been hoping to avoid. Now there was nothing he could do about the questions he was sure she would pelt him with during the rest of their travels.
Dryden should’ve picked someone else for this mission.
What he should have done was deny any involvement or feign innocence. But now it was too late for him to change his actions. She’d taken him off guard, and what was done was done. He’d have to figure out how he was going to proceed with Adorra.
He just worried about her breaking down and crying. He had killed her husband, at the request of her sister and Dryden.
Mathar shook his head.
He couldn’t say that. Jasmine and Dryden needed to explain their reasons for what they did. Besides, Mathar doubted Adorra would believe him if he told her that Jasmine had wanted Lord Gothar killed. Or that Lord Gothar had planned to kill Adorra on their wedding night. She had no reason to believe a word that left his mouth. He had no proof. Only Jasmine would be able to make her sister believe.
He would avoid Adorra until morning then.
He rode his horse closer to the camp, tied it up, and then patrolled the area around the camp. He’d be close enough in case she needed him but far enough away to avoid her.
