Boots stepped over stone, scuffed against carpet, and across the shadows of the floor stretched the shadow of two broad horns. Asterion's steps echoed but the castle played tricks on us both, and his path didn't cross mine, didn't bring him out to the square balcony I hid on. "I can smell you," Conall said softly, startling me as I held my breath in the dark. His own shadow appeared on the floor, but he moved steadily to the center of the hall and I tiptoed out of the alcove and to the bannister, the pair of us facing one another, his face lifted toward mine. "Come down, mo chroí," Conall
...more
