“What are the two of you whispering
about?” Alaric demanded irritably.
She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion.
“If I wanted you to know, I’d have spoken louder,” she said calmly.
He turned away muttering what she was
sure were more blasphemies about annoying
females.
“You must make the priest weary with the
length of your confessions,” she said.
He raised one eyebrow. “Who says I confess anything?”