She’em stopped. Norine walked a few more paces before turning around to look for him. “Do you remember me?” he asked.
Norine shook her head. “Should I?”
She’em grinned. “You tried to kill me at Fala ab Candidus.”
Norine’s eyes widened. He’s a spy! He’s one of Gambrin’s men. She spun and tried to run but he grabbed her wrist. She tried to twist her arm away but the man’s grip was like a steel vice!
She’em chuckled. “Not like that, Miss deMontrel. I was one of the rescue party.”
Norine stopped struggling and tried to calm her breathing. She smoothed her skirts and tried to salvage a speck of her shattered dignity. Of course he wasn’t a spy; Ferren wouldn’t leave her alone with a spy. But she still felt anxious and awkward—as if she were stepping too heavily and breathing too loudly.
She’em looked at her. “May I call you Norine?”
“Certainly,” she answered automatically, then blushed again wondering what exactly he was asking. She looked pointedly at her wrist and She’em released it. She turned and continued walking down the hall. She’em fell into step beside her.
“I came running after you when you were leaving The Ruins. You threw a piece of the wall at my head.” He laughed, his deep baritone voice filling the hall. “Not that I blame you. I probably looked rather savage."
Norine ducked her head in apology. “I don’t remember. Everything is still a blur.” She paused. “I hope I didn’t hit you.”
She’em looked at her playfully. “I’m too fast for that.”
He was staring at her. She couldn’t help staring back. When had she stopped walking? Abruptly, she cleared her throat and turned, mounting the stairs with hurried steps. When she reached the opulent suites Ferren had stayed in the last time he was here, She’em opened the door for her.
“Should I light your lamps?”
“I’m quite capable,” Norine replied tersely.
“Of that I am sure,” She’em said with a grin and a quick bow. Then the door closed and he was gone. **