Page 58 of Bound By Blood
That bleak, buriedmemory tickled the back of his mind again before he shoved it away.“I was bored and decided to try something new.”
She didn’t believethat either. There was something he wasn’t telling her, and she wasdetermined to one day learn the answer.
“So, you decidedto stop killing because you were bored?” she askedincredulously.
“Boredom can makeus do crazy things.”
“Hmm,” shemurmured as she sipped some more blood.
“What else are youworking on out there? I haven’t seen you create anything new sincearriving here.”
“I didn’t realizeyou were watching so closely.”
Her statementunsettled Saber, and he couldn’t stop himself from scowling beforehe managed to clamp his emotions down again. “I was checking on theprogress of my sword.”
“It’s progressingwell.”
“Good.” And then,because she hadn’t answered him, he asked again. “What else are youworking on?”
“A memorial for myparents. I haven’t created anything yet as I’m still working on thedesign, but I’ll get to the next phase… eventually.”
She suspected theproject might take her years to finish because, as of right now,she couldn’t get itright. Nothing she did was good enoughfor her parents and the love they shared.
Maybe that wouldchange one day, but maybe not. Either way, she would do somethingfor them; she had to.
“Have you talkedto your friends in the Alliance recently?” Caro asked.
“They’re not myfriends; they’re my associates.”
Caro wondered ifthey felt the same way about him or looked at him differently.Given how withdrawn and standoffish he was, she doubted many in theAlliance counted him as a friend.
For some reason,that made her sad. She suspected it was all his doing, and he’dpurposely kept them at a distance, but she also believed they wouldgrow to like him if he would lower his guard a little.
Or maybe youjust want to believe he can be kinder and more open to others. Youcan’t change someone who isn’t willing to change.It was true,but she also believed the man devastated when his mouse died had abigger heart than he portrayed.
Or maybe thatheart was crushed by years of death and basking in murder.Thatcould also be true. She didn’t think anyone was as frustrating orenigmatic as this man.
“Have you talkedto your associates lately?” she asked.
“Not since firstarriving here. I’ll report any progress once I have some, andthey’ll let me know if something happens there.”
“Things must bequiet with the Savages and demons then.”
“Yes.”
“That’s good.”
“Or very bad,” hemurmured.
Caro gulped. “Theycould be plotting.”
“Not could, theyare.”
Caro buried thepanic his words created in her. “Plotting what?”
“How to destroy usall.”
“Why? What couldthey possibly have to gain from that?”
