Son of the Shadows (Sevenwaters, #2)

by Juliet Marillier

Must have been a man with strong hands, who knew how to move soft in the woods.”

We sat silent, and I pondered the astounding possibility that the Big Man, nurturer of growing things, arbiter of every dispute, might have put his large hands around Fionn Uí Néill’s neck and squeezed the life out of him.

Of course it was Red.