She was toying with him. He ground his teeth and shifted his position lest she saw exactly how tempting he thought she was. He wasn’t a Templar yet.
Silence settled around them. The ribbit of frogs singing, the calling of crickets, the constant humming of the forest lulled Landyn to peaceful rest, and he closed his eyes.
“Do you still remember her murder?” Raven asked quietly after an extended pause.
“Every day. Every day I see her blood on the wooden floor, and I remember. You won’t forget.”
“You shouldn’t. You should never forget what they did to her.”
Landyn was silent. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stop seeing Viola’s body on the floor.
“Did you ever get your sword back?” Raven asked.
“No. I never saw it again.”
“They took your sword from you as Boucher took my father’s life from me. I wish I had been there to defend him.”
It wasn’t quite the same, except both incidents ended in a loss of life. Landyn sat up. “His death is not your fault, Raven. Boucher would have attacked whether you were there or not. If his death is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I should have stayed with John. In truth, the only life you saved by being there was mine.”
Raven looked down, considering his words. Then she shifted her gaze to look at him beneath her lashes. “Then I am glad I was there.”
An immediate pulse of arousal beat through him. The expression she bestowed on him was sultry and sensual. He couldn’t stop staring at her full lips.
She grinned gently. “I guess that’s two times I’ve saved your life.”
Landyn slowly nodded in agreement. Now, he just needed to save hers.
