Page 60 of Sherwood
“There’s one thing I still can’t figure out,” Lox said, quietly so as not to wake Marian. “How did you even find Marian in the first place? How did you know she’d be at The Knot?”
“Mark Trevena,” I said, and she gave a small flinch.
“I bet that information didn’t come for free,” she said.
“It never does.”
“What did you give him in return?”
I adjusted myself so that I was laying flat and pulled Marian closer. Across the elegant contours of her back, I found Lox’s hand and slid my own into it.
“Something about a girl named Isolde.” And then I yawned, worn out by the last few weeks and ready to start my new life with these two perfect people, my two obsessions, my two hearts. Lox yawned too and snuggled against me and Marian.
“Sounds intriguing,” she murmured, and I thought briefly of what I’d told Mark about the young woman. I hoped he’d taken the warning I’d given him along with that information to heart.
“I think in this case, that’s not a good thing.”
“Unlike us, you mean,” said Lox, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
I smiled too.Intriguingwas the least of the words I would use to describe the tangled, thieving love that had sprung up between her, Marian, and me.
“Unlike us, Robin.”
And she sighed that sigh she made whenever I used her first name, and whatever came next, whatever Lackland tried and whatever we learned about Ys, I knew we’d at least have this. Sighs in the night and slow touches in the dark.
Forever with the three of us—greedy, twisted, wicked.
And it would be perfect.
The End.
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