Rosamund
No one spoke on the ride back to Wellspring.
I rode with Nevan on his horse, my mind running in every direction — my failed escape, the woman who had tried to kill me. Who was she? Who sent her? It couldn't have been Nevan. If it were, he wouldn't be here with me like this, his arm tight around my waist, holding me upright as the horse carried us home.
Moments later, we arrived at Wellspring. Nevan climbed down first, extending his hand to help me off the horse. Then he turned to his men, who held the stranger who had saved my life between them.
"Take him to the lower quarters and lock him up. Post two men at his door. No one is to speak to him or enter without my permission."
"Nevan," I sighed, reaching for his arm. "I told you that man saved my life. You should let him go."
"I will, when I understand everything," He said, turning to look at me.
