Page 152 of Moon Craving

The big, scarred warrior's eyes opened as Abigail stood staring, contemplating her

next move.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away with clear intent to ignore her

presence. He rolled to his feet and left the hall without once looking back or speaking to

her. So, that was it then. His attitude had not softened with the passage of a night, or

drinking a great deal of whiskey apparently.

His twin brother, Barr, woke next. His eyes looked clearer than Niall's had, his

expression more open as well. "Good morning."

"Good morning," she whispered, not sure she wanted to wake the others.

"I do not see Guaire."

"I left him sleeping."

Barr nodded. "Talorc is going to have kittens when he realizes you descended the

steps without escort again."

"I believe that is the least of my worries this morning."

"You deceived him and he feels stupid because of it."

"He's not stupid."

"Aye, I ken. And he knows it, too, but what he knows and what he feels are not

always the same. 'Tis the same for all of us, don't you think?"

"I suppose." She wrapped her arms around herself and surveyed the sleeping

warriors. "It looks to me as if they are all feeling drunk at the moment."

"Or not feeling anything at all."

"Sometimes I wish I could achieve that," she admitted, barely giving sound to her

voice.

But Barr heard. These Chrechte had the hearing of a predator. "Dinna try it with

rotgut. The headache the next morning is not worth it."

"Perhaps it would be best to speak to Talorc later, then."

Her husband's head came up from the table then, his blue gaze bloodshot but still

piercing. "What is there to talk about?"

She could not believe he had asked such a foolish question. "The revelations of

yesterday."