“You made a noise.”
“No, I didn’t.” Beth looked back at the man. He was still there, and still watching her, she was sure of it.
It couldn’t be him… could it? Had he come back? Why would he risk exposure? She started walking in his direction. The man had dark hair, but she could see little else as he was hunched in the shadows with his collar up. Surely that in itself was suspicious?
“Beth!”
The man turned away as Leo called her name. He threw a last look over his shoulder at her before he walked away.
“Beth, what is wrong?”
It was the hand on her shoulder that shook her out of her trance. With a last glance at the retreating figure, she looked up into the worried face of Lord Vereton.
“’Tis nothing, I just thought I saw someone.”
“You are the color of gruel. Don’t lie to me, there is something worrying you, and whoever you saw is connected.”
“No, it was not whom I had first believed. Now we must return to the children, they will be worried.”
He didn’t argue with her, but Beth knew he wanted to. She was grateful when he merely took her arm and led her back to his horse.
She didn’t look again, hoping the man had gone. She was certain he had been watching her... and equally certain that whoever he was, he meant her harm.
