Page 161 of Moon Craving

appeared to have no qualms about her deafness. Indeed, they showed awe at her ability

to discern their presence since she could not hear their approach.

That was, everyone but Niall. He ignored her completely.

She watched in awe herself from the other side of the bailey when Guaire took him

to task for it. Perhaps she should not have eavesdropped, but old habits were hard to

break. Besides, she found the exchange fascinating.

Guaire glared up at Niall with green fire in his eyes. "What is the matter with you?"

"Aren't you standing a little close, Guaire?" Niall asked, rather than answer the

seneschal's question.

Guaire's fists clenched at his sides. "Does my nearness offend you?"

"You are the one that runs in the other direction whenever I get within breathing

distance."

"That isn't true."

"It is."

"I'm not running right now."

"I noticed. It looks like you will face even the scarred demon of your nightmares if it

is for your laird's wife."

"Don't call yourself that!" The tendons in Guaire's neck stood out, making it clear

he shouted.

Niall didn't look in the least repentant, just grumpy. Really, really grumpy.

Guaire took a deep breath, obviously pulling himself under control. "You are

treating her cruelly."

"How I act toward Abigail is none of your business, seneschal."

"She's my friend."

Abigail found herself smiling at the claim, despite the seriousness of the argument

between two of her favorite Sinclairs.

"Is she?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Yes, what did that mean? Abigail would like to know, too.

"You spent the night in her bedchamber."