Roseleen heard the rasping voice behind her and swung around to try to locate it. They were back in her bedchamber in Cavenaugh Cottage, which meant no one else should have been there, at least not someone whose voice she didn’t recognize. But when she found the speaker, slouched back on her narrow desk chair across the room, her eyes flared wide, and she sucked in a breath so fast, she choked on it and started coughing. Unfortunately, that got her the palm of Thorn’s hand slamming into her back, though he didn’t even look her way to see whether he had knocked her off her feet or not. He hadn’t, though it had been a close thing, which made her glare at him in return, but he didn’t notice. His blue eyes were riveted on the unwelcome visitor, and a slow grin slowly came to his lips. “Ah, but you have naught better to do, do you?” Thorn said in response to the remark they’d heard, then as an afterthought added, “Greetings, Wolfstan. You really must make a better effort to visit more often.”
