“I hope so too,” Crow nodded when Penelope said she hoped this would be the last trip they needed to take. He forced himself to hold her gaze evenly as he spoke, despite the guilt that twisted his stomach. He knew quite well that this wouldn’t be the end of their search—not as long as he was under Jaxon’s thumb. Well, unless the others managed to figure out what was really going on. He swallowed nervously. For the sake of Penelope’s safety, he hoped he would be able to prevent them from realizing the truth.
As she went on to comment about the other thieves, he shrugged. “What can I say? They’re a stubborn lot.”
“Did that other friend of yours decide to stay at camp?”
Crow stiffened at the mention of Simon and averted his gaze. He was hesitant to tell her what had happened, both because he knew his companions didn’t want the word to get out about his death and because he didn’t want to speak of it again. Just the thought of the incident left him feeling hollow inside. He glanced back up at Penelope. Even though he preferred to just let the subject drop, there was a small part of him that also wanted to tell her, if only for the sake of lifting some of the burden from his own shoulders.
He glanced furtively over his shoulder at the others for a moment, making sure they weren’t paying attention to him, before he turned back to Penelope. “Actually… that’s the reason why they came with me,” he murmured sadly, shifting a little closer to her to keep his voice down. He didn’t want the other thieves to overhear him telling a knight about their companion’s demise. “Simon is dead,” he went on, lowering his gaze once more, this time out of shame. “While I was with you in Aramoor, Jaxon found our camp and murdered him. Supposedly it was a warning of some sort, but now, Rikki and Alistair want him killed for what he did.” He pointedly left out most of the details of the attack, since he didn’t want her to know that Jaxon had come looking for him.
“I couldn’t say no,” he continued. “They have just as much of a right to get revenge as I do. That’s why I let them come with me.” He glanced over his shoulder one more time. Alistair and Olivia looked quite content as they stood aside to catch up, but Rikki was eyeing Gavin with a wary gaze, and the knight didn’t seem to have a very high opinion of her either. Crow sighed, “I’m not overly concerned about Alistair, but I’m hoping that Rikki will be able to keep her temper reigned in.” He met Penelope’s gaze again with a shake of his head. “Among all of us, she’s the most likely to do something rash. I’m a little worried that she’ll set Gavin off.”
As she went on to comment about the other thieves, he shrugged. “What can I say? They’re a stubborn lot.”
“Did that other friend of yours decide to stay at camp?”
Crow stiffened at the mention of Simon and averted his gaze. He was hesitant to tell her what had happened, both because he knew his companions didn’t want the word to get out about his death and because he didn’t want to speak of it again. Just the thought of the incident left him feeling hollow inside. He glanced back up at Penelope. Even though he preferred to just let the subject drop, there was a small part of him that also wanted to tell her, if only for the sake of lifting some of the burden from his own shoulders.
He glanced furtively over his shoulder at the others for a moment, making sure they weren’t paying attention to him, before he turned back to Penelope. “Actually… that’s the reason why they came with me,” he murmured sadly, shifting a little closer to her to keep his voice down. He didn’t want the other thieves to overhear him telling a knight about their companion’s demise. “Simon is dead,” he went on, lowering his gaze once more, this time out of shame. “While I was with you in Aramoor, Jaxon found our camp and murdered him. Supposedly it was a warning of some sort, but now, Rikki and Alistair want him killed for what he did.” He pointedly left out most of the details of the attack, since he didn’t want her to know that Jaxon had come looking for him.
“I couldn’t say no,” he continued. “They have just as much of a right to get revenge as I do. That’s why I let them come with me.” He glanced over his shoulder one more time. Alistair and Olivia looked quite content as they stood aside to catch up, but Rikki was eyeing Gavin with a wary gaze, and the knight didn’t seem to have a very high opinion of her either. Crow sighed, “I’m not overly concerned about Alistair, but I’m hoping that Rikki will be able to keep her temper reigned in.” He met Penelope’s gaze again with a shake of his head. “Among all of us, she’s the most likely to do something rash. I’m a little worried that she’ll set Gavin off.”